This week has been aspen leaves and spruce and fir and my brother and his young kids. Despite geography and years of distance because of the pandemic, it is so easy to be together. So much like home. And watching our kids together gives me such joy, knowing that they will have one another and that there is a soft place for them to land out there in the universe if ever it is needed.
Breckenridge was one of our favorite places before we had children, when we went out and slept in late, drank and ate too much, and had the time to grow bored of one another. We met here for a romantic hot air balloon ride, skied the resort until our legs burned, and stopped in Frisco for romantic dinners in an Italian restaurant which has since closed. I still remember that you loved their calamari, that it's the main reason we stopped. I ate it on our first few dates despite despising seafood because I didn't have the heart to dissuade you from ordering the dish you salivated over all day.
Now we are a marriage and three children and two moves in and it is all one big, grand adventure that has offered us no promises or guarantees. The only constant has been change and adaptation and resilience. Even as parents, our children wake up from one day to the next as completely different people and the parenting they require feels new and challenging in a matter of minutes.
It is nice to find peace and connection in the small moments, in the puzzles, in the dance parties in the kitchen, and the giggles over ridiculous stories at the kitchen table. We are so infinitely lucky to be together and to have one another.
Today is silence and gratitude and peace. It is home and affection and deep appreciation for the ties we carry despite the obstacles of distance and the weight of a burdened world.
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