I made the mistake of looking at Colorado pictures. So many great thanksgivings where there. Uncooked my first turkey the first year we arrived. It then brings me to our first house. It was not anything too special but it was ours. It was out first home that all the kids came home to. Fresh new to the world babies and they would come home to our little house. We would have a yearly family trip to the mountains and one year it was thanksgiving in Breckinridge. The mountains are so crips and rejuvenating and I tried to soak it all in before we parted ways. But I know I will never have my fill of the Colorado sunshine or the champagne powder that falls on the hills. And even 2 years later I’m still longing for the real fresh air and atmosphere that drew us there to start. My kids won’t remember that and I don’t know if we choose correctly.