We just came back from a little family vacation in Vail, CO where we spent several days enjoying the quiet beauty of the mountains. It’s a total perk of living in Colorado Springs that we get to take these amazing vacations in our “backyard.” And Vail, well – it’s a family favorite. We’ve been going to the same little cabin for 8 years now. A wonderful family in Denver owns it and they always keep our names on their “back up” list in case they have vacancies. I just love feeling like we are truly “part” of this little peace of heaven.
We spent a couple of days biking, hiking and hanging out. Since I started this blog, I’ve been more aware of what is happening and keep a closer eye on the general comings and goings around me. The first day I noticed a little guy – probably 3 – all by himself walking from shop to shop. I stopped and watched him for a few minutes – worried he was truly alone and not just a bit ahead of his family. After a short while, he wandered off with a bigger group – and happily my assistance wasn’t needed.
A couple of hours later we were having dinner at a busy pizza place and I noticed a cell phone plugged into a wall but no one around it – the table nearby had cleared out about 20 minutes before. I mentioned the phone to our waitress (who was just about to step on it) and she promptly unplugged it and took it up front for safe keeping. I was doubly proud of myself. First – I saved the phone from an untimely foot stomp AND got it to the front desk where it could be easily picked up by its owner. As I was patting myself on my back, I noticed a women several tables over glance our way, get visibly upset and begin to quickly walk towards our table. She looked at me – then toward the floor where the “abandoned” cell phone was – and back at me again. Apparently the phone wasn’t left behind – just being charged a few tables away from the owner. She was NOT pleased. Oh well…can’t win ‘em all, right?
I was, however, able to redeem myself just a little bit later when the kids were at the fountain and playground. While they ran around like crazy – jumping through the fountain and climbing all over the play structures – I noticed an elaborate balloon sword was blowing across the ground. As a parent – I just KNEW losing that balloon spelled nothing but heartache – for the kiddo AND the poor parents who would have to try to find a replacement. I leaped into action and promptly grabbed the balloon before it could blow away and stuck it securely into the bench where its owner would easily find it.
So, while nothing I did was extraordinary, I still feel good about it. I like to think that this journey is making me more aware in general, and as a result I am a kinder, gentler person as a whole. And that’s a good thing, right?