Here are some of the highlights of my visit to meet three-month-old Niecie in Colorado. I taught her to swim:
She’s a natural. Here she is, practicing her backstroke with Mommy.
She’s a very, very alert little girl. When she’s awake, she hardly blinks. At all. It’s a little bit spooky, to tell the truth. Here we are at my aunt and uncle’s house, about to share one of many yummy meals they provided.
Aunt and Uncle have a free range moose in their neighborhood. Here he is, eating saplings in their front yard. I hoped to see him, but didn’t get a chance.
We left Niecie with her daddy, and Sis and I went to Steamboat Springs for an afternoon. We took a dip in the hot springs, and then went out for a late lunch of some of the best fish tacos I’ve ever had.
We crossed the Continental Divide, twice.
We went to the Red Rocks Amphitheatre, where we climbed many steps.
(The view is totally worth it.)
We went disc golfing, until Niecie had a meltdown.
We had a lovely dinner and overnight with Brother and Soon-to-Be Aunt K. (Not pictured.)
I survived the last leg of the flight home, in a tiny 10-seat Cessna 402 in the rain, with zero visibility, bouncing all over the sky, and I did not cry or puke or even scream (though it was close). I might have whimpered a bit. I definitely prayed.
And now I’m so glad to be home with my own little family. I missed them so much!