Sundays are fabulous here in the Mile High City. We have noticed a strange trend that every Sunday really is beautiful. It might be blizzarding on Saturday but Sunday is bright, clear, and warm(ish). This morning we visited another church and Martha ran into an old college friend who is living in Denver now, once again proving that it really is a small world. Apparently we can't escape that fact no matter which continent we're living on.

We headed out to explore a flea market I heard about but after a quick walk-through we felt like we were in an overseas market, full of toys and trinkets and those big obnoxiously patterned blankets, rather than a good ol' fashioned flea market so we made our exit. Bummer.

But we just couldn't stay inside on such a beautiful day so we headed to a large park not far from our house and soaked up some sun while devouring the books we're currently reading. All in all, a great day.