After the death of my brother David, I needed some time away. My daughter Leslie told me to come to the mountains for some R & R. Without much planning, I threw some clothes into my duffle bag, grabbed my puppies, and headed north to the small mountain town of Kremmling, Colorado. Continue reading “The Unexpected Road Trip: Birthday Surprise Party: July 18”
I love this week’s challenge of a favorite photo. Still, I will not be able to limit myself to just one. Every once in awhile, I am going to have to just add pictures and include their stories.
My Crazy Kids
This photo of my daughter, Leslie and her husband Aaron, along with all the grand babies will always be one of my favorite photos. It was taken during Pioneer Day Weekend, September 2013 in Florence, Colorado. A family friend, Phyllis Ibarra, took this old fashioned picture. This picture always makes me smile, for I love all the different scenes going on within this one shot and how Phyllis captured each one. Continue reading “Favorite Family Photos”
On a chilly Friday afternoon on October 24, 1997, snow began falling in Penrose, Colorado. By evening, winds blew and whistled around our home on Garden Drive. Icy temperatures dropped to the teens, but the wood stove in our home kept the place warm and cozy. With news of the impending storm, I stocked my home with groceries, stacked wood near the back door, and, of course, rented several movies to help us pass the time. My daughter and I settled in to wait out the developing storm. Continue reading “One for the Road”
This week’s challenge was to write about a story that hits close to home, so this week I wanted to write about my grandchildren. While, technically, I am not writing about an ancestor, I just could not pass this opportunity to share about each one, for they brighten my world. And it’s for them that I started this blog. Continue reading “Close to Home and Close to my Heart”
Too often life becomes hectic, and we forget to slow down and enjoy sweet moments along the way, especially at this time of the year. As a gramma, I have started this blog to preserve our family tree. But suddenly it occurred to me that I also need to capture and record our little stories that brighten our day. So here I go…one of my many special moments with my youngest grandson, Jaxon.
Today is my lovely daughter’s 35th birthday. How did that happen? Time flies that’s for sure. Still, I have had 35 amazing years watching my daughter grow into a remarkable woman. Continue reading “And Then There was a Little Punkin”