Well I had a rugby game today. I was driving around looking for the field, which I never did actually find, and I realized something.

Mornings are beautiful.

I got up at 7:00 to watch a game I couldn't play in. I was driving around in the early time of the day, when no one else is round and it was so amazing. Pristine and perfect. The mountains were clear, bursting with snow. The sun was gentle. I wore flip flops. As I stood in the grass and waited for mom to pull the car out, the soft green poking up around the brown was so perfect. So spring like. So welcoming, full of new life and hope.

And as we searched for Monaco Avenue, I saw this tree and just thought it was so perfect looking. Like, how could a tree be any other way? So I told God that I thought he'd gotten it right, and decided that this nature was quite alright with me.

And then I thought that it will be even more perfect in Heaven. All this green everywhere, none of that messy brown still clinging to hopes of last year. It will be so amazing.

And I decided I am okay with Colorado. I am okay with living here. It's nice and dry and the air is hard to breathe when I run. But it is okay. And despite everything bad in life, I decided that I couldn't imagine life any other way.

And then. I didn't just decide to like Colorado.


I suddenly fell in love with it.