This afternoon while killing time after Abi's surgery in Spokane, we went for a walk in the sunshine, with Daddy carrying a surprisingly chipper Abi.
A block from our hotel stands the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist and on a whim, we stopped in to look at the beautiful interior. From her perch on Daddy's shoulders, Abi began making quick, sharp shouts, testing the echoing acoustic inside the shadowy, tall church. Together, we all made noises and enjoyed the reverberating echoes that came back from the acoustically live room.
Back outside, she let out a few more shouts, which the acoustically dead, tree-lined street absorbed.
"Ciao huulet Abi (Goodbye, second Abi)," she hollered, referring to the little echo friend she'd made inside.
Until next time.