Duck, Duck, Goose

Yesterday was beautiful.

At 55 degrees and overcast, it was markedly chillier than the 67 degrees our local meteorologists forecasted, but it was lovely all the same.

We spent most of the day outside, with our friends Annie and Silas, at the picturesque Clement Park. Clement Park is over the hill from Columbine High School, and is also the location of the Columbine Memorial. Although we didn't stop by the memorial, I can say with confidence that the location was perfectly selected. The park is gorgeous, even in the winter, and making a point of visiting the memorial is something I want to do in the near future.

Silas slept through most of our walk around the lake, and Maile's duck-feeding frenzy, but he sure did look sweet!

I wish I could put into words what it was like watching Maile feed ducks for the first time. Her face. Her exclamations and expressions. It was one of the most fun things I've witnessed as her mama. She was in seventh heaven.

After a week of being cooped up inside with the flu, I couldn't believe the change I witnessed in our girl. She was waving hello to everyone who passed, chatting up me and Annie, making friends with a wiry little dog named Rags (who delighted her with his tricks of sitting up like a prairie dog, and dancing), and jumping all the way back to the car. Little Miss Maile is such a "Colorado baby," as my parents like to say.

What could make being out in the fresh Mile High air even better? 

Ducks.

She told me so.

;)