Denvah

I hear it in my mind as if a smokey-voiced tiny older woman from Boston is saying Denver.

It's on my mind. Ok, just outside of Denver, Centennial really, on my mind. My 14 mo. older sister and her family  moved there recently. O and I traveled there last week for a short vacay. Mom and dad were there also - mini family reunion minus my brother and other sister. It was nice, I forget the Lamy sense of humor when I am not around a lot of us often.Tis a beautiful thing. Though, I never feel original in it, I tend to feel like I am just imitating one sibling or another when I make a crack or witty statement. Felt real good to laugh a lot - the kids brought that on with their silliness and personalities, and O did her share as well.

Some of the biggest laughs were with O as she experienced bubbles for the first time. E, my nephew was a great and patient teacher and man, could he blow HUGE bubbles! A, my niece was pretty good at it too, getting creative with the different wands.

Then, we all got a good laugh at this next scene. My sister's new dryer wasn't working well . . . she thought they bought a lemon. Turns out, our "fix-it" father connected the swallows they kept seeing to the dryer vent and viola. This is the mess he cleaned out of there. Dryer works perfect. 

 O was chillin on the swing in her new floppy hat.












She, who was whining about her toes barely touching the water, soon found out how fun mud was to play with.

 3 of the 4 cousins and only one was throwing a fit when asked to stop playing in the mud for a picture. Guess who that was?






O had the time of her life in that little stream, in a matter of 30 minutes.

           This birdhouse brought me much joy every morning as I sipped my coffee on the back porch.

These two were almost inseparable during our stay there. 

This little guy was a master at picking raspberries, they grew right in their backyard.

 Ahhh, the 4 of them together with 3 1/2 smiles!

Most touching memory of the trip . . . 

walking into my nephew's room and finding this on his bed. 

When they moved to Colorado a few years back, I made each of them a pillow 

(bought pillows, printed out a message on iron on sheets and put them on the new pillow cover). 

All 3 of them still have the pillows and they are nicely worn!

The poem reads: Here is a hug from me to you, when you are sad or feeling blue, 

always know that I love you, 

love Auntie Paula.