Imagine my surprise and delight when on our Saturday morning date today Doug drove south. And more south; thirty minutes south to be exact. And soon those pink-hued buildings surrounded me. Like a fairy tale castle they welcomed us - violins ushering, fountains embracing. Beauty, comforts, concierges who know my husband "by his smile" (and ever welcoming him like he is their favorite son) all make coming back to The Broadmoor each and every time a delightful, lovely, restful experience. We arent here every week or even every month. But they remember Mr. and Mrs Price. I love that. Everyone loves to be remembered in a personal way. It warms my heart how much they all compliment Doug on his ever radiant smile - its my favorite external feature about him as well. My children say its one thing they will always remember him for. Imagine being remembered by your children for smiling through it all.
We spent three luxurious hours over breakfast, watching snowcapped peaks above us and swans swimming below. We talked politics, literature, comparisons of Pompeii and the US, and what we would like to do once our children leave home (ministry). We held hands.
The dining room buzzed with families on holiday, couples in love and staff ever attentive and engaging. Did I mention it is lovely there?
Seaside), The Broadmoor has been the backdrop of our family memories.