During the summer before 4th grade, I met a girl named Caitlin. She was going to be a new student at my school in the fall, but she was a year ahead of me. We had a play-date and I believe fate was sealed: friends for life. :) We went to elementary school, middle school, and high school together, not to mention we were on the rowing team together, and darned good friends, especially during high school. She ended up leaving for college of course when I was a senior. She moved to Portland and went to Lewis and Clarke, and I visited her when I was able. One day, I received a call... she was pregnant. 5 months later, so was I. A couple years later, I was Maid-of-Honor at her wedding.
About 7-8 years ago, when I went through my divorce, we somehow grew apart and lost touch. It was most likely my fault. I wasn't the friend I should have been to anybody. It was a hard time. Regardless, time passed. She had another child...a son. I never met him...until last weekend.
|St John's Bridge - Portland, OR|
|I wasn't driving, so they were safe up there!|
|My first ride. Still need to name her.|
|My saddle is tilted further forward than I have had it in the past.|
|All cleaned up before going out Saturday night in Portland.|