We stole some time and headed up to Summit County, Colorado for the weekend. A short drive, yet it always manages to feel a million miles away. Lost in the every day routine of life in Boulder, it's at times difficult to steal away and pop on over into the mountains. It can be challenging to take the time to revisit the reasons why we choose to live here and more importantly, to take some time together as a new family, undistracted by logistics of cooking dinner, phones, e-mails- just the routine.
Looking at some of the photographs from the weekend, I realize how even though things are logistically more complicated for us, like cooking dinner, figuring out naps, bedtime, and even getting away for the weekend, in all the ways that truly matter things are so much simpler. No longer am I left to torment myself wondering if I'm in the right place, at the right time. I can simply sit and trust that this work of raising our daughter is all that matters. I'm exactly where I'm meant to be and who I'm meant to be with. I'm relieved to stop the relentless search for something more. I lost those persistent feelings- like that of a nagging homesickness- with the birth of our daughter. And for now I've been allowing myself the time and space to slow down and breathe it all in. I allow myself to snap some photographs, make memories, emotionally disarm, and trust in the process.