Today my mom and dad took me to a place that is special to them. It was a place they went when they were dating, and they got their wedding pictures taken there. It is a series of cliffs with panaromic views of the city, the foothills and the very tall snowcapped ranges beyond.

We did not venture out on the cliffs, something about snow and Twizzle and me in a baby bjorn, but it was worth waking up from my nap for.

It was a bit cold.

My mom says it is a romantic spot, full of special memories. She and dad got a bit teary about where life has brought them, from dating and a wedding to… ME. Then they kissed. It was gross.

I look forward to going back to the “Cliffs of Devonshire.”