On New Year’s Eve, I booked a flight to Denver in July. Southwest really suckers me in with their Click ‘N Save deals. They know what they’re doing, that airline. Anyway, booking a trip that far in advance forces you to take it, no matter how busy you are leading up to it. And I knew I'd be busy.
But I needed this time with my sister. Like, really needed it. She and her husband Cory bought their first house several months ago, and I hadn’t seen it yet. I didn’t know what life looked like for them on a daily basis. In fact, it had been a year and eight months since I’d been out to Colorado (aside from a quick work trip a few weeks prior). And as I walked into their house for the first time, I got all teary. There’s my best friend and brother-in-law, living their life states and time zones away, and I’m not in it. Not really.
I wish I could say I handled this realization well, but I didn’t. And since I'm about as honest as they come, I'll tell you this: I got pretty selfish and frustrated and hurt, jealous of all the people who get to do life with them. It’s hard for me to put into words, so let me just say, distance sucks. But I love Mallory and Cory too much to let it get the best of our relationship, and I trust them too much to tell them to move home (although, I might hint at it sometimes).
The trip happened to fall on Cory's birthday weekend, which was perfect! (Well, for me, anyway. I don't know if he'd say otherwise.) Nearly ten years have gone by and I still love third wheelin' it with these two.
Of course we went to Little Man so Cory could get his beloved oatmeal cookie ice cream. This giant milk can is my faaaaaaaavorite place in Denver (not that I've been to a ton of places). I will wait in line any length of time for that stuff. I think it was only 45 mintues this time. ;) And, bonus! I got to see, and meet for the first time, some of their sweet friends.
My favorite thing about visiting my sister is visiting my sister. My second favorite thing about visiting my sister is visiting my sister's wardrobe. The shirt I'm wearing is hers, obviously.
(I only own stripes and chambray.)
One of the most horrifying things to deal with while meeting people for the first time is keeping up with a leaking waffle cone. Should've ordered a cup. It was like an episode of I Love Lucy as I attempted to converse and act like a normal human being while handling a melted ice cream geyser.
My favorite bokeh is a Little Man bokeh. Their twinkle lights are magical.
They were playing a movie that night, which was, unfortunately, Box Trolls. SO. CREEPY. But a fun idea, nonetheless! I would have preferred to see Sleepless in Seattle or something, but they didn't ask me.
The pinnacle of the trip was driving up to Cheyenne, WY to the Cheyenne Frontier Days to see... drum roll... MIRANDA LAMBERT. Mallory is *THE BIGGEST* Miranda fan - the kind who knows all the words to every song, on every album. Listening to her Kerosene album is what got us through high school.
These two sweet girls, Kelly and Lauren, joined us for the concert. And I'm so glad they did! It brings me so much joy knowing my sister has people like them in her life.
Kelly has become my long-distance friend as well. She just gets it. Life, faith, hobbies, everything. And I love her style. Between Mal and Kelly, I'm always inspired to try new things with my wardrobe!
Several days after seeing this picture on Instagram, my mom still thought I actually rode a bull.
Still laughing about that one. :)
Miranda really needed a hug that night. As she started singing "The House That Built Me," tears welled up, and the crowd had to finish the song for her. We didn't know why then, but two days later, her divorce from Blake Shelton was announced.
"The last thing someone wants to do is cry in front of 19,000 people," she said, mid-song.
Needless to say, a good portion of the 19,000 people were crying, too. Including us.
We love you, Miranda.
On the last day, Mal took me downtown Castle Rock to explore and antique for a bit.
This place is a dream.
We're twins, right? :)
Goodness, I love my sister. Until next time, Denver.