So driving back home and being sad wife, I was astounded and awestruck by the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen. Behind me, crazy colors and infront of me rain and snow over the mountains. It was incredible.
I'd like to think that my dad painted that sunrise for me today. He always read this book called Grandpa Bunny Bunny. It was about a bunny who lost a loved one, and he painted the sky for him so that he knew he was still there. I needed a little hug today, and I got more than a hug. Daddy gave me a sunrise.
It's hard to see but the sunrise illuminated the snow on Mt. Evans. Seeing snow capped mountains brought back this childish giddy excitement about the season turning over!
Since it was the most beautiful peaceful morning, I couldn't help but snap shots in stand still traffic on 70 and I-25. It made me so thankful to be placed in a city that is charming, resplendent, and radiant.-- I, like the city, have become more radiant and resplendent since my father's passing. Perhaps he was trying to point that out and say, "Look at you and what you have become".
Though it was early, it was so peaceful and rewarding getting up early and seeing the world wake up. And also a little something extra from my dad.
It meant more to me having that sunrise today, than the past 22 years on earth with him.
One thing this past year has taught me:
LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO BE ANYTHING BUT HAPPY.
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