Good Morning Denver

There's nothing like rubbing your eyes after a not so restful Tuesday night and waking up to this...

She taught me everything I know

 

Sometimes all it takes to bring her to mind is some olive oil, salt, pepper and lemon... her go to ingredients. 

Always sunny side up

Just another social Sunday in the neighborhood. 

Changes

Seasons come and go. From spring to summer, from summer to fall, from fall to winter,when everything else is unpredictable the seasons are not. 

And my favorite part, she will always be there no matter the changes. 

Like we never said goodbye

Leave a mark

As a family we built our ranch. And my favorite part of this process was the fresh concrete.  For my parents and us kids this slick slab of concrete was imperfect perfectly flat and untouched.

It needed something. 

And that which it needed was our handprints.  For every new driveway, new sidewalk or new porch that we poured we left our mark.  And every time I go back to these handprints I press my hand up against the indentation.  My hand still has the same lines in the shape of a ‘M’ on my palm, it still has the scar on my index finger where I dropped a bowling ball on it and no matter how much it has grown it will always be mine.  And so will our home. 

And the small and delicate handprints on the back porch of my new home that read ‘Ciel’ will always be theirs and so will a part of this home. They will always hold a special place and memory in their heart.  If they should return one day I hope that they will measure their growth too.  Although I don’t know those handprints they make me feel at home.