It has been a long time since I touched this blog. Every time I considered writing, a piece of my brain would shut down. Am I ready to talk about mundane crap again? Or how about the introspective ramblings of which I'm prone. Maybe I can again, write a little. Maybe it will be good for me.
So since June of last year much has happened. In August of last year we plucked up our roots and transplanted ourselves from Kansas to Colorado. While I terribly miss my friends, I have not once regretted moving here. We experienced our first fall in the foothills of the mountains, our first snowy, snowy winter and now we are finally experiencing the beauty of spring. It is beyond gorgeous here. Our home sits on a little over one acre of land, of which is made up of a large meadow with Aspen, Fir and Pine trees. A little creek runs through the edge of the property on one side. We see deer everyday and are treated to herds of elk who graze and rest in the meadow on their way up and down the elevations. I've seen a couple foxes, one with mange, and several new kinds of birds.
Our daughter seems to love this new life. I try very hard not to be sad about the baby but it comes out sometimes. Mostly though she is just a normal kiddo. Curious, sassy, pushing her limits daily with that strong will she has. But she is growing so fast I can hardly keep up with her clothes and shoes. Her feet are huge, like mine. She will be tall.
The pups are good. Although Zelda had to be rehomed to a very loving home, she is still in my thoughts. We adopted a new pup, Gus, from Kansas City and had him driven all the way out here. He's become my shadow. Pit bulls are the most loving dogs I've ever had. He's cuddly, energetic but lazy at the same time. I just love him and everyone gets along well.
I think that's enough for now. To have just put down these few words is a lot. Maybe I can slowly heal if I just open the tap in my head a little. We will see.
Until the next time, tschus.
