I was able to hop a flight from Atlanta to Denver early this morning. I wanted to go out for the day to visit with my daughter, my son in law, and my newest granddaughter Ella. I also wanted to see their new house, which sits in an ideal spot in the Stapleton area, adjacent to the Sand Creek trail and boasting a killer sunset view of the Rocky Mountains.
We talked, toured, then walked, ate and drank our way through five miles of lovely land, a few bowls of pasta and a scoop or two of ice cream.
Through it all there was Ella. She woke up in a good mood and stayed there all day. She rode in her stroller, secured by straps and cooled by a little plastic fan. She locked eyes with her parents, cooed and spluttered.
At one point in the kitchen I was holding her and I brought her close to her mother, then pulled her away. Close, then away. She giggled. We laughed. She giggled some more. It was one of those musical sounds that is perfect in every way.
The sun was hot, the breeze refreshing, the food and drink excellent and the scenery soul supporting.
The best thing about this day?
That little baby giggle,
Happiness today was the giggles.