Coney Island, Colorado

Last weekend, we went to see my brother Ben, who lives in the house where we grew up, up in the Colorado mountains.

Not too far from him (and just around the corner from where I went to high school) is the Coney Island hot dog stand, and we took the kids one afternoon.

Beautiful warm day, the air so fresh up in the mountains, we stood in line a while but it was no big deal because we had nowhere we needed to be, and besides, the woman in front of us had four-year-old twins and it was fun talking to her.

We got hot dogs, and onion rings and a root beer to share, sat at a picnic table next to the rushing creek, ate our lunch, the kids happy the whole while.

Life brings such sweet, simple pleasures.

XOXO