My husband has never liked going anywhere for Spring Break. He's always liked to stay home and rest. I usually go visit my mom or the kids. This year, I just wanted to stay home and catch up on my rest. I had also hoped to clean out the flower beds, organize the basement, clean out some closets, and wash the windows. Funny how ambitious my mind is. In reality, I am just hoping not to get behind on the laundry and not mess up the house too much while we are off from work and relaxing. I also hoped to get out of Dodge (Pueblo) for at least one day.
So, about two weeks ago, my husband told me he had decided that he would surprise me with a minication. [translation: very small vacation] He said he had booked us a room at the Brown Palace in Denver for the first Saturday night of Spring Break. He also booked reservations for tea at the Brown and for Sunday brunch at the Brown.
Little did I know that the best was yet to come. He had booked a suite for us. Just before we reached the door of the room, I had said, "Oh look, I think we are staying in the same room as we did last time." He responded with, "No, I guarantee you we are not staying in the same room." Then, the attendant approached the door to our room, a corner room, and opened the door. I was literally shocked when I looked inside. "Why, this looks like a suite." Sure enough, before my unbelieving eyes was his well kept surprise for me.
This was what I saw first.
During the Eisenhower Administration, when I was growing up in Colorado, The Brown Palace was often in the news. It was called the Western White House. I clearly remember when Eisenhower would be visiting Denver and staying at this wonderful old hotel. Built in 1892, it opened its doors just one month before my paternal grandmother was born in Florence, Colorado. It has been open every day since. Few things, say Colorado to me quite as much as The Brown Palace. It links me to my family's long tenure in this state, and is a major part of the proud history of the state I love. It is uniquely Colorado. (For those of you who are interested, click fun facts about The Brown Palace to read more about this historical spot.)
It has always been one of my favorite places to visit whenever I am in the neighborhood, even if it has just meant walking through the lobby and making my way up the wonderful wrought iron lined staircases to the seventh floor. Once, when just walking through the place on a tour, a friend and I searched for the two upside down panels of the iron grill work that "ring the lobby."
I love the "wrought iron panels that ring the lobby from the third to the seventh floor."
I love the unique shaped walls covered with rose themed wallpaper
So, this past weekend, I could really barely believe that we were actually staying in one of her grand old suites. I loved the stately, old look of our room. Note the curved walls that speak to the location of the room. It is a corner room on the Tremont and 17th Street side of the building.
Jim, looking quite presidential, tried out the desk.
The bed was very comfortable.
The bathroom was very nice.
Jim practiced using his camera while I tried out the desk. I'd like to have this room to write in on a regular basis!
My thank you note to my dear sweet husband...
My teacher look...
Here is a shot of the lobby where tea is held.
Before long, it was time for tea. So we made our way downstairs.
Tea time...
When we got back up to the room, I heard bag pipes. Finally, I thought to look out the window. Sure enough, a bride and groom had just walked from The Trinity United Methodist Church across the street to a reception to be held at the hotel. A bag piper was heralding their arrival. "Oh how romantic and exciting," I thought.
Our weekend did not end with tea, but my husband said, "Enough with the camera already." So, the photo log stops here.
We walked down the Sixteenth Street Mall to the movie theater where we watched, The Lincoln Lawyer. I loved the movie and highly recommend it. My husband is a real fan of Michael Connelly's books. Based on the movie, I may have to start reading his books.
We had dinner in the Ship Tavern at the Brown. The hamburger was wonderful!
We walked to Larimer Square and back to the hotel in the moonlight of the Super Moon.
We then got up Sunday morning for the amazing Brown Palace Sunday Brunch. We actually had free tickets for the brunch which is why we had decided to go to Denver during Spring Break. I just didn't expect my husband to also book the 'sweet' room that he did. I wish I had photos of the brunch, but my husband nixed the idea. Just trust me; it was really, really good and beautifully prepared.
Sitting at brunch, listening to the jazz quartet, watching the people from various stages of life enjoy a special Sunday Brunch, I couldn't help but reflect on the past year. With tears in my eyes, I felt I needed to thank my husband for being by my side during the worst year of my life. I know I would not have made it without him.
He has sat and watched over me as I have grieved. He has given me space to grieve with the knowledge that he was always just a few steps away, He has made sure my every need was met. His quiet, solid strength, his wise counsel in all matters surrounding my daughter's death, his willingness to take care of those legal matters that I just couldn't deal with in the beginning, his constant support, his love, his ability to try and make special memories for me have all caused me to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was greatly blessed by a provident God when He gave me this man for a husband.
Sometimes, I feel such regret that he has had to suffer along with me. I guess I feel guilt also. He did nothing to deserve this tragedy. I know none of us did, but it hurts to know that the actions of others hurt those around them so deeply.
I said to him, "Jim, I really must say this. You didn't deserve to go through all that you have had to go through in the past year. Thank you for being there. Thank you for being you. I'm sorry you have had to suffer with me this past year." He said, "I'm sorry too, dear, not for my sake, but for yours."
Do you see why I love him? I am truly greatly blessed to call this man my husband.
