Heading home pt. 6

Dear, goodness, if I never see mountains again, it will be too soon! Fall has hit early in Colorado, and the leaves are already changing to vibrant orange, yellow, and red. There is even snow capping the peaks at higher elevations and blocking out the view of your windshield as we cross over the range. It’s an eerie feeling driving over a snowy mountain in a state that doesn’t believe in guardrails.


The ride back to Denver over the mountains is bittersweet. I’m so happy to be going home, but leaving my newly wedded friends two thousand miles away hurts me. I have the curse of waking up entirely too early after a night of partying, so the morning of our departure, we pack up and hit the road for our five hour drive back to Denver. It makes me sad not to be able to say goodbye, but the memories of the night before will be all I need to carry me through until next time. 

It was my second time off the East coast. My first time in Colorado and it’s time zone. My first time to the Rockies and seeing the Rio Grande. The furthest from home I have ever been. The longest time away from my daughter I have ever spent.

And the biggest moment of my best friend’s life thus far, getting married.

It was a huge trip full of amazing experiences and moments to remember for the rest of our lives, but as our flight lands, I am so happy to be home! 

I can’t wait to see my little girl and feel her little arms and legs wrap around me in the biggest monkey hug her little body can give me! I can’t wait to hear that little voice and see that sweet smile when we pick her up and bring her home! Anticipation is driving me nuts! 

Wedding Time! Pt. 5

Every last minute detail is in place for the ceremony and reception, and we are all trying to calmly get ourselves ready. Nerves are on edge as we make ourselves over and do up our hair, but none of it seems real. Just another day of getting ready for a brunch outing or night out with the girls until the fake eyelashes are glued in place. 

We had locked the bride away from the groom since the night before, and it is clear she isn’t happy. She wanted to be out and organizing, decorating, and cooking, but we stuck to tradition. To try and ease her anxiousness, we wait on her hand and foot, pour her mimosas, and work on her hair and makeup. 

The photographer arrives, and we race to get our dresses on. She takes pictures of the boys first, thankfully, as we pin the final touches to the bride.

My longest known friend who has been there for me through so many stages of my life is dawned in white, a beautifully beaded gown with lace and sparkle. She beams the biggest smile I have ever seen touch her lips, and I know she is ready to become a Mrs.

We pair off with our groomsmen and bounce on our toes at the end of aisle. We all titter with excitement as the music plays and we slowly saunter down the bridge and to the white cloth covered runner. The groomsman I walk with saves me from tripping, but I dont think amyone notices but me. All eyes are dry and full of happiness until the music changes.

My best friend walks down the aisle in the middle of the Rio Grande running over the Rockies toward her always and forever. Her soon-to-be husband stares at her in awe while tears well in his eyes. The moment he reaches up to wipe a tear away, the entire wedding venue breaks into sobs.

The vows are promised, short and sweet, the rings are exchanged and placed on their forever home, and they kissed happily ever after, but first, the reception!

The first dance is to a throwback, Crazy Love, sung by the best man, and it is perfect! The mother and son dance is to You Raise Me Up, and everyone is crying again. A surprise dance is next, and it’s with the bride and her mom to I’ll Be There For You, and I’m hysterical! I have known this girl for so long and her mom is in so many memories, too. Through the young years when we needed rules, to our teenage rules when we broke them, through adulthood when we missed them, her mom had always been there.

I was a sobbing mess!

By the time we got to eat, through the heartfelt speeches, and on to the night full of dancing, every moment was a memory. Every minute I will keep in my heart as another treasure in the long line of moments I already hold dear.

This beautiful bride allowed me to not only be part of her special day, but her exceptional life, and I cannot wait to where the next adventure takes her. From Virginia to Colorado, all the way to the moon, I will always be there for her, and I know she’ll be there for me, too.

Denver & South Fork, Colorado, A Journey pt. 3

Fying into Denver, seeing those huge mountains in the distance, it’s still so weird that we were there. I never would have guessed a few years ago that we would have made it out that far west, that far from home. Hubby hates flying, so his willingness to go out there for one of our longest known friends was the only reason we made it! And we just barely did.

After a near miss in midair freak out, we grabbed our rental car and started out on our five hour drive through the Rockies. In the middle of the night.

Denver seemed to stretch for miles in the valley beneath the mountain, and I felt a large familiarity as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic, but as the miles slowly slipped away, the mountains suddenly popped up and we’re right next to us as if we had only blinked. I swear the sun was more intense at that altitude as it descended below the looming mountains, and the night sky began to sprout sparkling light. I had no idea how much manufacturing was based out of Denver, but the Purina plant sticks out in mind the largest with it’s signature pet food smell. The skyline of Downtown sprawled across the horizon as the city passed us by just as the interstate gave way to the mountain pass.

Two things I realized about Colorado during this drive which may be exclusive to the mountain roads. One, whoever built the roads does not believe in guardrails, probably because if you’re going to fall, your gone regardless of speed. And two, streetlights are reserved for cities.

After a five hour plane ride, we drove for two and half hours in the darkest night I have ever seen on the windiest roads I have ever been on before we called it a night for sanity and safety reasons. We figured we’d finish the last half in the morning, so we pulled into the least spookiest hotel we could find. (I’ve seen too many scary movies to stay in a small hotel in a small town as a tourist.) 

Sleeping was another oddity at that elevation. Every time I tried to slip into a deep sleep, my breathing would cause we to wake again. My mind wouldn’t shut off, and my dreams sent me on wild rides through the dark mountains. I woke up many times through the night trying to catch my breath as my heart raced from my latest dream.

When we woke up in the morning, I dreaded getting back in the car and continuing the drive on those roads, but I wanted so badly to see my friend. With coffee in hand, hubby and I pushed on to South Fork, and our final destination for the weekend. We passed red rock mountain after mountain, but the last half of the drive was nowhere near as teeth clenching as the first. With the sun shining brightly, the land lit up in it’s vast array of colors of the changing leaves, rocks, and valley floors. It was beautiful! All apprehension melted away as the last two and a half hours melted away in gorgeous sights and breathtaking scenery! 

When we finally arrived in the sleep  it off South Fork, we checked into the hotel and before even making it to our room, we were out of breath! At 8,000 feet, breathing at what we knew was a normal rate was going to be hard!

Manners up in the air – Wedding in Colorado pt. 2

Moving on now to the wedding weekend festivities! This will be a multi-part series much like the Bachlorette posts. Hang tight as I go from start to finish on this second and final piece to a wonderful ride!

My girlfriend is getting married! I’m sure I’ve said that before, but have I mentioned how long I have known this incredible woman? 

20 years! She was a bridesmaid in my wedding, now I will be one in hers in three shirt days! I’m so excited and cannot wait to get to Colorado to get this long weekend, second time off the East Coast started!

I don’t travel much; mostly because my husband is terrified of flying, but I somehow got him on this plane! It was pulling teeth, but his love for me and our friend got him here.

I booked us on Southwest for a couple of reasons. One, in school I have completed many an analysis on the company at large and found their devotion to the customer and their employees to be admirable and worthy of my business. And two, they were the only nonstop flight with planes large enough to even be considered by husband to board. I purchased the tickets at a decent price, and their two free checked bags, one carry-on, and a personal item sealed the deal on my happiness.

And then we started the boarding process, and the gate attendants announce that with Southwest, you can pick your seat. Initially, this sounds great, but as we slowly make our way onto the plane, it’s clear my husband and I will not be sitting together. 

He’s scared if flying, I’m stressed we won’t be able to sit together, and here we are in the aisle of the plane looking for seats. We move past the first ten rows just as the flight attendant comes  over the intercom to say, “if you’ve passed a seat in the first fifteen rows, you’ve already passed your seat.”

Every seat we’ve passed has been a single seater. I look to the next five rows, and I find two center seats on either side of the row. I turn to the guy on my left and ask if he would mind moving over to the empty seat on the other side so my husband and I could sit together. He sucks his teeth and says, “I don’t want to.”

Now, I’m not sure if this I am just being emotional because I’m worried about him, stressed we won’t be sitting together, and just feeling deflated and defeated, but I started to cry right then.

I asked him to please let me in, so I could sit in the empty seat as my husband filled in a center seat across the aisle. If you know me, you know I don’t cry, like ever, but for some reason, my eyes welled up and tears ran down my cheeks.

As I sit in this aisle seat, there is a woman on the other side of me next to the window and every time I look out, she covers my view with her newspaper. 

And now turbulence! 

Is this a typical experience, and my Austin was abnormal? Or am I just making up the ease of that journey in this one?

Off To Colorado for a Wedding! Pt 1

Moving on now to the wedding weekend festivities! This will be a multi-part series much like the Bachlorette posts. Hang tight as I go from start to finish on this second and final piece to a wonderful ride!

Our bags are packed, and we’re ready to go.

A beautiful bride, dressed in white, accented by the snowcap mountains in the distance.

A handsome groom, waiting at the alter nestled beyond a bridge as the river ripples beneath the marching wedding party’s feet.

It’s an image I can picture as easily as I can my own reaction. My long time friend getting married to the man of her dreams, the look in both of their eyes as they see each other for the first time at the alter; it’ll be all I can do not to cry!

Here begins another chapter in my book, an exciting tale of travel, but this is the first in the chapter of my best friend and her soon to be husband’s lifetime together!