[Original on flickr: Gravity, 2 of 4]

The photos from Seattle are up, and as is typical, the one that is most memorable to me isn't even from Seattle. It's from Bellingham, from a chance moment at a street carnival that I almost didn't even photograph because I didn't think I'd get anything useful.

(Adam, which park was this? Larrabee?)

Details soon. This weekend, I think. For now, though, the photoset is tagged, bagged, and available on flickr.

Tweets from the day of Amy's mother's wedding in Arkansas.

• 9:01 AM PT: Suited up for wedding. It is EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE hot. We are melting here dammit!
• 9:09 AM PT: @joshjanus Jeff: "Wrong part of the South. This is the teetoaling evangelical part, not the mint julep Scarlett O'Hara part of the South."
• 1:43 PM PT: Happy wedding day, Mom.
• 1:46 PM PT: @bellesouth that's still her nickname! I have great photos.
• 1:57 PM PT: Current temp: 104. Not that we are bitter. Or sweating. Or anything.
• 6:56 PM PT: Back at hotel. Out of dress clothes. Ready to pick a state and stay there - preferably one that isn't an oven.
• 9:05 PM PT: @gfmorris Crap. That ends when you're no longer single? No one told me. I mean, I only do it if it's Jeff and me sharing the jug...

The title of the post contains the ending of my mother's vow to Paul -- whom she met in a ballroom dance class -- as they lit candles honoring the spouses they'd each lost to cancer in years past.

You had a long road getting here, Mom, and now that I've met him, I can see how happy he makes you.

(Backdated one day to her wedding day, since I couldn't edit photos in the hotel room.)

Amy packs up, leaves Washington state, and flies to Arkansas. Culture shock in 3...2...1. 24 hours of travel tweets.

Final full day in Washington state. Tweets from Seattle, day 9.

When writing these blurbs in advance, I realized I had no idea what this day would hold. Tweets from Seattle, day 8.