Months ago, Deanna heard about The Color Run, a fun fundraising 5K through the streets of Seattle, during which runners and walkers wear white...and volunteers throw colored powder on them. I thought it sounded fun...and, let's face it, I knew I'd be ready for a girls' weekend after Joe got back from his safari. We were supposed to be a team of 4, but, alas, the race sold out so quickly that our other 2 teammates didn't get a chance to register.
BEFORE THE RUN....
AFTER THE RUN...
I think we might be making this an annual tradition. Next time, we'll be bringing the kiddos. Can't you see Sam loving every.single.minute?
We met up with my good friend, Rae, after the race. She looked beautifully put together, as always, and offered us grubby runners a chance to shower at her workplace locker room, just down the road from our brunch place. We scrubbed off as much color as possible, donned our sweaty shirts again proudly, and ate lunch at the Eastlake Bar and Grill, where (drum roll, please) MOMS EAT FREE ON MOTHER'S DAY. That's right. FREE.
We didn't have a single child with us, so they just took our word for it...even though I offered to show them my stretch marks.
It was a whirlwind, completely fun, exhausting day. I dropped Deanna off at the ferry and then drove home, anxious to see my own kiddos on Mother's Day. When I got home that night, I found Sam asleep on the couch, where he'd been waiting for me, ND tucked into her crib sound asleep, and my 3 beautiful goddaughters and their sassy mama pulling into the driveway right behind me.
For a girl who used to strongly dislike Mother's Day, I think it may be turning into one of my favorite holidays.