Times That Made My Heart Explode

Precious

Rick is cooking breakfast and I’m drinking coffee.

John Denver is singing Poems and Prayers and Promises - “How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care…” . I can’t help it. I start thinking about times when I felt my heart explode. I hurry for my journal and pen.

Here are 11 times in no particular order in memory or calendar:

The time I went with my camera to Grand Mesa in the fall to capture yellow aspen reflected in brilliant blue of a mountain lake. I sat in wonder, breath held in prayers of sheer gratitude.

The trill of red-winged blackbirds in the dawning spring of Gore Pass, where we built our homestead. This with the scent of sagebrush and pine.

The hush and sparkle of powder snow falling in the night of Hideaway Park (now Winter Park) as I walked home to my cabin.

Rafting by the red cliffs of the Little Gore Canyon, the quiet music of dipping paddles and running river.

Campfire, sing-along, and marshmallow nights outside our Old Park homestead

My June move from St. Louis to Winter Park. We left at 116 degrees and arrived to our Vasquez Creek campground where it snowed 16 inches on our tents.

Annie’s Song played by friends as Rick and I were married on an Evergreen mountain. “You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain…”

Spotting the first pasqueflower of Spring on our mountain land.

Gazing up at the Milky Way on a dark winter night from our driveway at 8,200 ft. elevation.

The flood of love at the first glance at my newborns’ faces.

James Taylor at Red Rocks - his sweet encore echoed in the great rock walls above us. We listened in awe: “Shower the people you love with love, show them the way that you feel…”

There are more…and in time I might share. This is enough for today.

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