I have a shameful confession to make: I am weeks behind on my blog posts. I know none of you have never procrastinated anything in your entire lives but this lil’ post of looooove has been burning a hole in my drafts for weeks.
The Canuck Clan was invited to “Hearts of All Ages” on Valentine’s Day, a schmaltzy fundraiser for The University of Colorado’s cardio and vascular center. Part of the excitement was our $400 tickets were comped and local celebrities such as Pete Coors and the mayor were in attendance.
But the main excitement was when some of my friends delivered Valentines prior to departure. I swung open the door in my spiffy dress as if to say Look, I am showered! It truly was the highlight of my day. Rubbing it in; not the shower.
I loved this event because it was designed for families. They had a clown, kid’s
craft area, balloonist, face painting and dancing. Lo, did we dance. They also touted “gourmet children’s food” as the fare de choix. Note to the wise: this is an oxymoron. I don’t care how beautifully pigs in a blanket are displayed. They are just that: pork in dough.
There were so many enjoyable things about the evening. Getting our faces painted….
Not well.
Before long, she had shoved her way to the microphone as one of the back-up singers. And then she was in the very front, grooving in her memorable non-rhythmic way. But then, right in the middle of the song as all eyes were on her, there was this:
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 