Missing Random Things from Denver

Today I, once again, grabbed that wiggly baby of mine and sat in the foyer at church to listen to Sacrament meeting. As I sat there, it all hit me at once. This summer in Denver is officially a thing of the past. And I missed it.  So strange.  It was wasn't sad leaving and from the beginning we viewed it as a temporary home, but it was just that: our home.  Though the time was short, that attic of ours housed some memories I will always cherish.  I miss the "views" from our house.

I miss us coming home from a long day of Denver exploring, and playing with my kids in that crammed space.

I miss Cheesman Park and our daily walks there. 

I even (kind of) miss our neighbor, Anthony. Never a boring day with that one. John took this picture of him, after Anthony discovered a tattoo he never knew he had.

Denver was good to us.  We grew a lot and grew closer. Though unconventional at times, I wouldn't have changed a thing.  I sat down as a visitor in my brother's ward, and missed the people I went to church with. They were amazing, and I admired their genuine faith. It made me homesick for a place I had only known 2 months.

I'm sure Boise will bring great new friends and great new memories, which I look forward to, but I am sure every time I say "Remember in Denver when..." there will be a smile on my face.