I meant to do a post on the U2 concert. Here's a brief description: Awesome! And I felt cool being there (figuratively and literally-40 degrees at the end of May--Really Denver?).
Then, The Clarks came to visit! We're big fans of these people...and we had a great time! One highlight...riding horses through Garden of the Gods. It made me feel like I was destined to retire on a dude ranch just west of here...but I think my horse, Larry, would beg to differ. Abby loved Rizuto's (home of the gigantic $1 ice cream cone) so much, that she's riding 24 hours with Gran and PopPop just to go back and eat another one! That's my girl!
Looking back, I could have written so much more about our 1 year adventure here in Colorado. It's hard to believe it's been a year. Time. It's our gauge for living. It passes too quickly watching your kids grow-up. Or, too slowly when you're in a hospital waiting room. When traffic is stopped on the interstate, there is never a celebratory cheer. Vacation always ends too quickly. Anticipation for a big day can build and bulid causing you to miss the days in between the now and then. And all the while...it marches on.
This year has given us time we will never get back. Have we been good stewards of the past 12 months? In many ways, we can answer "yes"...and in many ways, we can answer "no".
We are a work in progress. Why is that? Easy. This world is fallen. It will not be whole again until the day He comes to get us, or we go to meet Him. And then...time isn't an issue. We can live as we were created to live--O happy day.
Until then, Marc and I will continue to "battle" time...praying all the while that our Saviour is pleased. We stand on grace.
Thank you Colorado...we are better because we knew you.
Now...let's load 'em up...and move 'em out.
I just discovered your blog... tear drop.
ReplyDeleteWow we are going to miss you both so much. I love the sense of adventure that this blog showed you both had in only one year.
Marc, I am very grateful for the basketball times together. You have no idea what that time has meant to me.
It is one of those things in my life that had escaped me for a few years and I didn't realize how much it meant to me until I started playing again. Keep playing so when you come back we can have reunion games!
I also hate to say it (again) but I might be okay with the Noles winning and playing the Hokies in the title game again.