Hi there! I hope you are ready for a slew of Denver photos, peeps. Because they are a-comin’! Starting with a Friday afternoon adventure downtown and over the bridge, with my handsome brothers, walking, talking, lauging, and smiling.
I used to work in the tall building, the Republic Plaza, up above that second black line, on the 36th floor, with stellar views of the city and Front Range. It was a mortgage company, and I was in college, a full-time student, worker bee, and romantic, dating a certain cutie-pie who I am now beyond proud to call the hubster.
On the Sixteenth Street Mall with that fine contrast of old and new.
The piano player had a sweet voice and a light touch on the keys. I tipped her and got a dazzling smile.
A glass elevator with no Chocolate Factory in sight. Too bad.
We are headed just to the left of the church, to a place I spotted on my way to Grandma’s house, roaming the streets in my thumping-bass rental car.
I love architecture and bridges!
Everyone is reaching for the sky
And happy for sunshine.
The Platte River
The sculpture looks like a giant pile of intestines, but is cool, nonetheless.
Live wire, eek!
We’re all fine now.
Horsing around.
Finally made it.
The Colorado flag whips and snaps,
over a small French Bistrot,
Aaron tries the absinthe.
Chris is not so sure.
I am, however. Gimme! Gimme!
Sneaky sister.
I love my brothers!
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Happy, happy 19th wedding anniversary to me and the hubster! I still get giddy when I think about us, truth be told. Our bright-as-a-penny love, better than just about anything good (kittens!) and sparkly (stars!) and fine (whiskey!). Yup, yup.
