Here I sit. . . .

It's Monday morning and I just returned from taking the girls to school. I'm supposed to be doing the bills and getting as much accomplished as I can before I have to head back out to get Morgan from Kinder, but here I sit with tears in my eyes and a tissue up my nose. {In memory of Nana of course}

I find that I can be strong and "hold it together" much better when I am around others. But when I'm alone, as I am this morning, I let go and tell myself it's okay to grieve. Grieve the most wonderful Grandmother anyone could ever ask for.

What started it for me this morning was getting into my glove box and finding her memorial program that I had placed there after the service. I knew it was there but didn't want to look at it or read it, but this morning I decided I would read each and every entry written. We all had the same memories of her, her love was equal. If you didn't know Nana, you only had to read these special memories to know why we miss her so much.

I know she was ready to go, she told me that several years ago. My response was, "Well Nana, we're not ready for you to go!". . . .I don't think I ever would have been ready. But she was confident about where she was going, and ready to meet Jesus and be reunited with Grandpa.

I miss the comfort she always seemed to give. . . .and I'm thankful I can still hear her loving voice in my head.

 Nana and her #1 Great Grandchild

Fall Colors-Wetmore

On Sunday we decided to forego morning church and instead head to the mountains for a family day. We picked up my Dad to go along for the ride, and to guide us to a good spot to see the aspen's and enjoy the Colorado scenery.

Heading to the mountains for a "Sunday" drive was something we did a lot as kids and my Dad knows all the great places to go. And since he can no longer drive, I figured he would appreciate getting out of the house. How he misses "taking off" for a day of riding. I think riding his motorcycle is probably the thing he misses most about losing his sight, and I can't imagine how difficult that must be.

So we headed out hwy 50 past the Happy Apple Farm, {I wish we could have stopped for apples and pumpkins, but not enough time. boo!}and out just a little past Florence. It's a pretty boring, and not so scenic drive until you actually get to the mountains, but then it's just pure ahhhhhh. Beautiful aspen trees everywhere. 

We made a stop at Bishop's castle, boy that is an interesting site to see. Anti-government signs and all!And in my opinion it's an eye sore AND a liability. I can't believe I let my children go up the steep steps with gaping hand rails into these wrought iron balconies. All while I stood on the ground freaking out. I was dizzy just looking up. I get such bad vertigo that I surely would have fallen off the side and possibly taken one of my children with me. Besides, isn't it the Dad's job to do this kind of thing anyhow?

We also found this beautiful lake surrounded by aspens. . . .the girls were excited to get out of the car and enjoy "nature" as they put it, and I was more than happy to take advantage of the photo opp! Here are a few of the pics, can't beat this scenery.

We finished the day with a drive through Pueblo, can you say U G L Y? {Sorry to my MIL & FIL, but I just can't believe Pueblo is a city in CO, how the heck did that happen?}