Rocky Mountain High

Last weekend I was able to attend my oldest granddaughter's baptism in Colorado. I love you guys and am so glad I could come spend time on this wonderful occasion. I am proud of Konya and the things she does to help her family daily. She is a great example to her brothers and sister.

It is the first time I have been able to spend any time alone with the grandchildren and be just their "Grandmother" instead of Miss Boo's Mommy. It was a wonderful trip and afforded me the opportunity to bond with the children. It is the first time that a couple of them have actually talked to me. And once they did...it was like being home.

I am always confused when I visit Colorado. Wasn't it sung by the late, great John Denver that Colorado is mountains and trees, giving us the impression, although misguided, that it is a place of serenity cloaked in a warm blanket of mountains, towering pine trees and soft snow.

As the plane lands in Denver I find myself falling from this image of serenity to the reality of the treeless expanse that constitutes Denver and even Colorado Springs. They have certain qualities that make them unique, but I can't let go of my inner desire to see those trees and mountains closer than I do.