Denver in Pictures

I had such a magically perfect time in Denver, Colorado celebrating four years of marriage with my husband. I’ll let my favorite pictures (and, okay, some captions too) do the rest of the talking:

One of our first stops was the highly acclaimed Snooze for breakfast. Um, yum. We even received a complimentary cinnamon bun pancake to share. Can I say yum again? Yum.


Denver Botanical Gardens–By far the biggest and most beautiful (I want beautifulest to be a word, darnit!) botanical garden I’ve ever been to.


Oktoberfest– Robby and I both decided to participate in this beer/weight holding competition. We both lost, and I was the first to go in my group. I mean, those beers are HEAVY and have you guys seen my arms? They’re pretty puny, y’all. But you know, you only live once and stuff. And being a noticeable weakling was definitely worth also being able to participate in the Denver festivities with my favorite dude.



Denver fall fest. We tried out stilts! And homemade root beer! And a kissing booth! I just love fests. :


Pedal-boating! A new adventure for us. The weather and scenery were all kinds of breathtaking. And laughing on a pedal boat with the husband in Colorado is fast becoming a treasured memory for me.


And after pedal-boating, sharing ice cream (from the ice cream truck!) in the park:


Mexican food feast at Mezcal with this cutie:


Exploring the mountains:


(Not a bad view, eh?)


Yoga with a view (from our hotel room!) :


The Democrat” from the Waffle Brothers— Waffle with Nutella and marshmallow cream cheese. Enough said.


I’m just so incredibly grateful to have shared over four years of beautiful places, new experiences and wonderful adventures with my favorite person in the entire world.


Four Years

Yesterday my husband and I celebrated four wonderful years of marriage.

Early tomorrow morning we leave for Denver, Colorado to celebrate some more.


I look back now and I see how young and ill-prepared I was to get married at only twenty years old. 20! I was a baby. And yet.

I married this guy who has helped me grow and has grown with me. Who saw past my immaturity and knew every shortcoming, and who has always loved every part of me anyway. Who is patient and calm and kind and who constantly has me laughing. Who has this uncanny ability to fix everything and who would do absolutely anything to see me happy. Who has whole-heartedly believed in and encouraged my dreams over the years, and has, in turn, helped me to believe in myself and conquer those dreams. Whose smile lights up a room and whose heart is the biggest of anyone I’ve ever known. Who has taught me that dogs are not just dogs, they are family. Who my family adores, and whose family I am proud to call my family too. Who can’t wait to build our future children a giant tree-house, and whose future children will unknowingly luck into having the best future dad in the entire world. Who just now lit our microwave on fire and then gave a childlike grin while reading a breadstick package that disclosed, “Do not put in microwave.”

Had I married anyone else at 20 years old, I’m guessing I would have been divorced or imprisoned weeks later. But I married Robby Boudreaux and we’re celebrating four years of wedded bliss in Colorado tomorrow. If he doesn’t burn our house down, that is.