She...

My best friends sent me an incredible handcrafted made with love book in the mail this week with the title "She...", they filled in the ... with touching phrases like our best friend, will inspire, will persevere, an artist, a dancer this book inspired me to  never stop filling in that blank. So today I filled in these ... with "She is a wanderer with a journal, a pen and no where to be." 

Let it go... let it ride

We may have wore out our welcome at the Rose. Two concerts in two days, and a couple winks from the 70 year old bartender who's been tending the bar for 21 years. The Texas country music always seems to put me in a unique mood. The kind where I let my boots glide across the hardwood floor, swing my arms up in the air, twirl in circles with my eyes closed and sing every word. The words I memorized on the countless drives back and forth to the ranch. The flow of our two-steps carried us throughout the bar, through the next day of work and onto round two the following night. We may not return for a couple of months (just out of pure dignity), but those songs and that two-step has seemed to smoothly transitioned into our daily routines on Hooker street.

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