Monday, June 30, 2008
Weekend in Breckinridge
The first words that greeted me when I woke up this morning were, "Mom! Can you come here?" As I stumbled out of bed and across the hall to inspect my daughter's tummy for a rash (which was rather innocent looking, I think she had too much sun), I thought longingly of the past two mornings and my "Girls' Weekend". Why is it that the really fun things we do, pass too quickly like it was all a dream, and bad stuff seems to take forever to go away?
Our Girls' Weekend was wonderful to say the least. Forty-eight hours of being self-absorbed, lounging and shopping and being in the beautiful Rocky Mountains. Five of us "girls", who have been together in a Bible Study group for over eight years, and known each other through the challenges of raising kids and raising husbands. We rented a condo in Breckinridge where the warm, sunny, 70 degrees of the village belied the freezing air and snow-capped mountains that hovered over us. It was a weekend of staying up too late, sipping wine, trading stories, pouring out hearts. Then waking up late and gathering around the table for breakfast, all bed-headed and in p.j.'s, until late in the morning and three pots of coffee later, we decide to get dressed and do some shopping.
Not having sisters to grow up with, it's experiences like this that give me a glimpse of what I missed. Five women sharing two bathrooms, make-up bags scattered all over, trying out someone else's colors, talking hairstyles, sharing blowdryers when one catches on fire (no, that wasn't good). Many hands make light work in the kitchen. We work together so easily and it's fun.
Saturday afternoon we walked the main street in Breckinridge. We went through all the shops, admired the gorgeous flowers growing in baskets and planters all over town. The pansies, daisies, labelia and columbine thrive in the mountain air. It was pure joy to stop at an art exhibit and listen to a street musician without kids tugging on my arm to "let's go, I'm bored." About mid-afternoon we found a cafe with a balcony that overlooked the town. We feasted on drinks and appetizers, then shopped a bit more before heading back to the condo. Supper was a smorgasbord of snacks that everyone chipped in. So simple, but better than a meal served at a five-star restaurant.
Ending the weekend was hard, but made easier knowing that we'll do it all again. And not a bit too soon:)