I didn’t realize I’d forgotten what it’s like to be warm from the inside out.
It took a glorious getaway this past week to Southern California and Palm Springs for my nephew Neal’s wedding to Allie to remind me of the feeling.
I awoke a few mornings ago—in the comfy bed of my longtime friend Luanne’s peaceful guestroom in L.A’s San Fernando Valley—to the long-forgotten sensation.
I grew up in the Valley—but had somehow never been to Palm Springs (just a few hours east). There was no need to pursue more sunshine, heat and dips in a pool when we had all that right at home.
Let’s just say things have changed—dramatically.
Since moving to Seattle in 1994, I (along with all my fellow Emerald City residents) thoroughly appreciate when sunny skies and warm sunshine are in the forecast—especially this time of year. The long, dark winters and relentlessly gray skies can most definitely take their toll on everyone in the Pacific Northwest.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve also begun to notice that I get colder more easily—and really don’t like it. I’m starting to understand why so many aging seniors choose to retire to warm climates.
That’s why the feeling I awoke to the other morning was so incredible. As I lay there, I reflected on the many magical moments that unfolded over the past week.
The sunny skies and desert heat worked wonders on my body and spirit—but even more so did the abundance of joy-filled moments throughout the trip.
Celebrating Neal and Allie with those most special in their lives at the rehearsal dinner and welcome party the evening before the wedding.