When Andrew gifted me the two day trip to Portland, he did so by handing me a glass bottle of the most amazing bubble bath. It was painful at first to have to remind him, and myself in the process, that we do not have a tub in our apartment in WA, a fact that has been sore since we moved in over a year ago. Fortunately, he included a card filled with little slips of paper printed with the logos of the Ace Hotel, Powell's Books, and Amtrak. Although there is so, so much more I need to tell you about our trip, the tub felt like a good place to begin because I took more baths in that two day span than most children will in a year (lovely exaggeration). I still have dreams about that amazing claw foot tub, the jasmine scented bubble bath, pruned fingers, book pages dotted with watery spots, and the robe, oh, the robe. I'll write soon about the rest of it, because there was so much to make one happy in that brief adventure, but for now I think I'll spend some time remembering the tub. It's the small things, right?