The view at 5,281 feet

Just got back from Colorado today. It was amazing. Every time I go back to Colorado, I immediately get greeted with a sense of home. I was born here, my mom was born here, my Grandma was born here, her parents were born here, their parents were born here, and here I am bringing my daughter to the motherland for the first time. Denver is an amazing place. The back drop is the Rocky Mountains, and the in between farmland. Smell prompts so many different memories and emotions, and the smell of my grandparents always makes me feel comfortable and cozy. I love that my grandparents smell is now locked in Charlies soul. It will always be deep inside of her. Someday she may be walking along and catch a whiff of something that is familiar and wonderful...it will be them. Charlie fell in love with them....and them her. It felt so good to watch her crawling around the house and starring at pictures and things that I, at one time, crawled around and starred at. As a little girl, I remember getting so excited to wake up in the morning at my Grandmas house. She was always awake well before the rest of us. She greeted us with a big hug, and asked us what we wanted for breakfast. I still feel that way when staying at my grandparents. Watching Charlie play in the fall leaves was so heart warming. San Diego doesnt have the same kind of "fall" feel that Colorado does. Her listening to the crunch sounds and brisk smell of the leaves....made me feel like a kid again. Keeping my fingers crossed that I will be at altitude again...soon.