My daughter loves living in San Francisco.
But, she hates that we don't live close enough for "drop-in" visits.
Four years ago, we started a tradition.
I fly to San Francisco on the Saturday morning before Mother's Day and enjoy breakfast with KC and fly home for dinner with Steve.
This year, KC had a celebration at Santa Clara University for a mentoring program in which she volunteers.
She was busy until noon, so this year, I flew up for lunch and spent the night.
Yesterday, we did some fun and serious shopping for her apartment.
Today we slept in ( I NEVER sleep in) and had a late al fresco brunch at Rose's cafe.
We sat looking at KC's apartment building - her's is the third story bay window.
After brunch, we headed to Corte Madera to shop - Anthropologie, JCrew and a brick and mortar Sundance store.
We really didn't buy much and actually spent more time enjoying the gardens and pathways in the outdoor mall.
I have very bad allergies and for the past 10 years, my sense of smell has been non-existent.
In the past month, for some reason, my sense of smell has returned.
I spent the day taking in the aroma of fresh flowers,
enjoying the sun in my face and visiting with my daughter.
It doesn't get much better than that!
Or so I thought.
As KC and I were walking to the car, I received a text from my cousin saying "Happy Mother's Day - it is a beautiful day in the bay area."
I texted back with "I know, we're in Corte Madera."
With a few more texts back and forth, we realized our flights home were 20 minutes apart and 5 gates away from one another.
After a great 26 hours with my daughter, I got to spend an hour visiting with one of my favorite people.
A little tradition and a little serendipity made for a great weekend.
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My Romantic Home - Show and Tell Friday
