The first flight

Olivia and I made our way to Denver on Friday. She was a GREAT traveler!

Here she is on the plane,



and a few minutes later asleep,



and a while later on the floor playing,



and even later trying to tell me something.




When I asked if two seats next to this older gentleman were taken, he said no and got up. I went in and sat down, and the guy never came back! I guess we scared him! At the end of the flight, though, the man sitting in front of us told me that she was the best baby ever, since she just played and slept. I agree!

Mom met us out there, and we stayed at a B&B on the Platte River. It got down to about 40 degrees at night. Brrr! But the scenery was beautiful, and we went for a little hike in the morning. Olivia fell asleep in the Bjorn.





And the reason for the visit was Rebecca and Andy's wedding. It was breathtaking...the perfect outdoor, intimate wedding.







And last, but not least, Olivia finally got to meet Grandpop Steve! He flew in for Saturday night and we all visited.