This is a pretty good depiction of what we looked and felt like after that 12 hour airport ordeal. Bleary eyed and happy to finally be barefoot and at the cabin. Ginny’s bottle was being heated up and we were only about 20 minutes from bed at this point. ah….heaven.
This is the grand-kids wall. There is a kids wall that is the whole family from Martin’s generation. Seems like Everybody who grew up as a Russell or Spears kid has their hand print and height marked on this wall. These bathrooms will NEVER be re-painted. This was like the final symbolic culmination of our adoption of Ginny. If you enlarge the photo I think you can see the her little hand is resting on her hand tracing. I got goose bumps when we did this.
This, of course, is the obligatory shot of the family in Boulder. I think we all pose here in this spot every time. I love having tea out on that porch and just gazing at the mountains.