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We spent our Sunday of Memorial Day weekend at the annual Boulder Creek Fest. We’ve gone to the fest just about every year that we’ve lived here, with the exception of a couple. I love it for the beauty, the food, the music, the people, the atmosphere, and just the general vibe of the whole thing.
As we were there with the kiddos this year - Ava walking or riding on daddy’s shoulders and Julian riding in the Ergo on me - I couldn’t help but think how fortunate we are to live here and raise our kids in Colorado. Although we don’t live in Boulder and may never be able to afford to, I love visiting it. I love the free-spiritedness (if that’s a word), the liberal attitude, the open-mindedness, the green movement and hippie mentality.
We stopped to listen to two bands play - Kutandara (African marimba music) and Wendy Woo (folksy rock) - and I felt drawn into the music. I had no qualms about dancing in front of the stage with my kids, along with a slew of other people. Ava found her groove and danced up a storm, literally dancing circles around an older girl at one point. :) And Julian patted my chest while I danced to the beat of Kutandara and later, after growing suitably tired from an afternoon at the festival, fell asleep in the Ergo while i swayed to Wendy Woo who, only three weeks postpartum, was belting out song after song. It felt good to be out there dancing in my newly purchased $4.99 hippie skirt with my son strapped to my chest, my daughter playing in the dirt and my husband nearby, without a care in the world. I wish my life was like that more often.
Anyway, it was while we were all out there grooving to the music that I felt so thankful that my life’s path has taken me to this part of the country - where I feel free to be me (most of the time). And where I feel I’ve really grown into my skin and am becoming the person I want to be. *happy sigh* It was a wonderful day.
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