Thanksgiving in Colorado

As I sit in our cozy mountain Airbnb, I can hear the crisp air whipping through the tree branches. I wrap myself in a red and black flannel blanket that feels soft on my skin. My husband is in the kitchen preparing our vegetarian holiday feast. He has purple sweet potatoes roasting in the oven. Their sweet, earthy smell permeates the home. Out of the picture window I see my daughter playing in the snow. She delights as the flakes fall around her – it is the first snow she has seen this season.

In the distance, bronze Colorado mountain tops tower over evergreens. I stop and think about how lucky I am. Getting away for the holiday has given me a sense of peace and calm. There is nowhere I have to be. There is no one I have to please. It is just the three of us, simple and perfect.

I put on my boots and join my daughter in the snow.

swing-in-the-snow

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