Interrupting David Bazan's Breakfast

So, this morning Anne and I have escaped our neighborhood to hide out at a coffee shop on the north side of Seattle. I’m planning to make a lot of progress on the sequel to Auralia’s Colors (which is now due Wednesday), and we have got to avoid distraction.

So, we’ve chosen a quiet, beautiful, peaceful courtyard lined with Christmas lights, decorated with a fountain and bamboo, and Celtic music is playing. A great place for a sleepy Saturday morning. And the coffee is good.

The family at the table next to us has a beautiful little girl.

I take a look at the girl’s dad, and he seems strangely familiar.

I do a “Google Image” search.

And a couple of minutes later I’m introducing myself to Dave Bazan, and thanking him for his music.

He’s doing a show tonight at the Triple Door in downtown Seattle.

We talked about mutual friends, Todd Fadel, the Calvin conference, Cornerstone, etc.

Anyway, now I’m back at the computer, trying to focus. But God’s already blessed our morning, I’ve had the chance to thank someone who’s been a blessing to me, and it’s a beautiful day.

I love this town.