It was a different kind of Mother’s Day for me; no sand, no salt spray, no seagulls, but plenty of mountainous beauty to share with the grandangels of Golden. We started with a walkabout in downtown, happening upon some local bluegrass talent. As we searched for just the right picnic fare, we found most restaurants had an hour wait (even for takeout:) No problem for us, Matt had a secret in reserve for just such an occasion, Bob’s Burgers on the backside of downtown. Outrageously good fries, onion rings and sweet tator fries made for the best picnic food I can remember.
The weather was absolutely perfect with a cloudless blue sky and fresh green grass finally blanketing the recently snow-white park. Bo was so busy visiting all the other park goers, I couldn’t catch a still shot of him. Next year will be even more challenging when Hanna starts running after him. After stuffing our faces with more fries and burgers than we should have, off on a riverwalk we went. So many moms enjoyed this beautiful day on Clear Creek, it was heartwarming to see families honoring the undeniable “queen” of the family. This was a blessed day for all of Golden in so many ways.
A full and completely exhausted family headed home for some R&R just in time to see the beginnings of the thunderstorms. As we watched the front move in from the living room window, we realized how absolutely perfect the timing of the day had been. The next few days were predicted to bring chilly, rainy, and even snowy indoor times. We ended the day with soaking baths for the grands, with Hanna and Fritz watching Bo take the first one. Perfect ending to another blessed Mother’s Day.
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