The Bestest Weekend Ever

As if Halloween the day before wasn’t enough of a treat, Reagan and I had a mommy-daughter day out last Sunday. We headed to Denver City park to soak up the sunshine and 60º temps after three days of snow had finally blown through and left a beautiful, white, sparkly blanket behind. There were snowballs and snow-angels still to be made! Reagan enjoyed building a mini-snowman as much as the usual playground fare of swings and slides. She innocently ran after squirrels, trying to share her Goldfish crackers with them and sending them darting up trees like quicksilver. Eventually she gained their trust and they gobbled up the brightly-colored fishies to Reagan’s delight.

There was a Farmer’s Market going on at the park and we caught up with it just before they started breaking down for the afternoon. Reagan had her first corn tamale and we brought home an organic pecan pie. Has to be the best pecan pie I’ve ever tasted!

Across the street from the park is the Tattered Cover bookstore where we ended our afternoon. Reagan immediately demanded to know where the Dora and SpongeBob books were. Clearly, she has great taste in authors. We eventually found the Dora books, after playing with blocks and hand puppets in the winsome kid’s theater under a brightly painted sky. I don’t think Reagan even noticed that SpongeBob hadn’t contributed much in the literary department. She had such a great time she has asked me several times since when we were going back to the “storebook.”

We took a leisurely stroll back to the car, hand-in-hand, crunching brown, red and yellow leaves under our feet and sad that our day had to come to an end. At home, Reagan would not let go of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. They beamed brightly as she said to me, “Mommy, my best friend.” And my heart melted. Yep. It was the bestest weekend ever.