My Favorite Colorado View
On our recent Colorado trip, my husband and I kept saying, “Wow! Can you believe this?”
Snow-capped mountains (in July!).
Streams of mountain runoff nestled among wildflowers.
A lake full of lily pads tucked away in the middle of a forest.
A moose that wandered over to our rented townhouse for breakfast one morning.
A sunset that seemed to bounce off nearby mountain ranges creating what looked like three different sunsets . . .
Despite all this natural beauty, one of the views, truly, that moved me most each day was this one:
Silly of me? Overly sentimental? Probably.
But every time I saw that pile of shoes, it reminded me of the people connected to them—people who had come to visit.
A kick-my-shoes-off-and settle-into-the-sofa sort of visit.
A let-us-make-you-a steak-dinner sort of visit.
A let’s-stay-up-late-laughing-and-talking-in-the-hot-tub sort of visit.
Connection.
