A walk down memory lane

Two weeks ago Rob and I had a much anticipated date to see this band perform. Rob and I were out on a Saturday morning errand run getting breakfast burritos at our favorite place in town, when we heard on the radio that they were coming to town. Since we have been married, we have discussed the opportunity to see this band play, and when we got home we immediately got on the internet and purchased tickets. Sure, it was a splurge for us, but we are trying to make the most of every opportunity to "play" before our baby comes.

The concert was worth every penny spent!!! We had such a great time watching the amazing talent this band displays. They would play each other's instruments without a break in the song- very impressive. They were wholesome and very interactive with the crowd, besides having great music. Rob is a bass player, and their bass player writes the majority of their songs, so Rob has always been inspired by him; so to watch him on in concert was a quite a treat.

So, why a walk down memory lane? Before we went to the concert we ate at my favorite Thai restaurant in Denver... well at least it had been before. I lived in Denver for 2 years after I graduated from nursing school and worked at University of Colorado Hospital. It was very unique time of my life were I was diving into the academics and skills of nursing, lived with a couple of special friends creating unique memories of exploring Denver. During the first year there, it seemed like on a weekly basis, my roommate or I would call in an order to the Thai restaurant and we'd pick it up to eat at home watching a movie we rented from the Library. We would order the same exact thing every time... it was a no brainer! (BTW, J. if you are reading this, it wasn't the same great taste we had experienced that year... the thai tea was a little to sweat and I would want my chicken a little more spicer now days :).

As I sat there, with my husband, reminiscing about the experiences and times spent wondering what life was all about. My hope, as I worked at a teaching hospital, would be meeting some med student, fall in love, and the rest is history. As I sat across from the love of my life (who gets light- headed with the sight of blood), with child, and basically working at a community hospital... I just had to smile with the way that God orchestrated my life path. How happy I am that God did not answer my prayer/hope of "big city" living. I enjoy visiting Denver, and if God chose to move us to a bigger city- we would absolutely make the most of it!

I appreciate those two years living in Denver, they were full of great memories, laughs, prayers, socilizing, lessons, and molding me into the person I am today.