The celebration of our nation’s independence comes the day after our newest family citizen celebrates her birthday. Ika was born the day before July Fourth, which makes it easy to remember, as family and friends celebrate her birth, her new citizenship, and our country’s birth as well. Friends from Houston, Melissa and Brent, came to help us celebrate with wine, flowers, and their special “Italian” rendition of Thai Drunk Noodles (amazing stuff:). It was wonderful to share the evening discussing future plans for a mountain chalet for them, and ideas for a Winter Park place for my grandkids to learn to ski as well. Brent was a wealth of information, as he grew up skiing Winter Park, and his mom still lives there. I need all the help I can get, as real estate in the mountains of Colorado has gone from the ridiculous to the sublime:) My plan is to continue to pray for a miracle! The next morning, we dressed in our finest red, white, and blue (even the black lab Sambuca) for a memorable photo opp. It was hard to see them go, but we promised to meet again and collaborate after they tour Winter Park with their realtor.
The evening of the fourth came slowly, as we were so excited to see fireworks over the city for the first time. Golden is nestled in a valley surrounded by North Table Mountain, South Table Mountain, Lookout Mountain, and Mount Galbraith. As night darkened the mountains, the city came alive with lights that cast eerie shadows on the surrounding foothills. Matt’s neighborhood is built into the side of Mount Galbraith, which gave us a perfect view of the city below. The first fireworks flashed an iridescent green over the city, then came the red bursts, and finally one that was reminiscent of a UFO, followed by a red heart laying on its side. For this salt water soul, I always felt the call to the gulf for the fireworks display, but this year I learned that the mountains can be pretty amazing also. Maybe next year we will see them from Winter Park?
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