I’ll admit it: I am a pain in the arse sometimes. Like when Jamie emailed me a few weeks ago and invited me on a date to Jill’s, a snazzy bistro in the St. Julien Hotel and Spa in Boulder. Problem is I hadn’t heard of it. Bigger problem is when I set my mind to something, I can become a bit difficult.
“C’mon, Amber. I got my sister to take Hadley for the night and my mom will take Bode for a few hours.”
“I don’t want to go out to eat. What about my D-I-E-T? How about a movie? Or a hike?”
And this is what Jamie endured for three weeks until I finally relented.
Because I am a grateful person like that.
Jamie had a meeting in Boulder so I dropped the kids off on Friday and met him at St. Julien, a stunning oasis in downtown Boulder. We poked around the hotel, awestruck at all the beautiful amenities and people before settling in for dinner.
I was enjoying the kid-free ambiance when, in a move befitting of The Bachelor, Jamie slipped me something across the table. A room key. For St. Julien. My jaw dropped and I reminded him why he fell in love with me in the first place with my great profundities.
“Huh?”
“Happy Mother’s Day, Amber!”
“You mean we will not have any kids for the next 12 hours?”
That is MY idea of a Mother’s Day celebration.
And then he proceeded to lecture me the rest of the night about what a pain in the arse I had been. As always, he was correct.
After dinner, we strolled along Boulder’s famous Pearl Street Mall, poking around the shops and watching the entertaining street urchins. Back at the hotel, we hung out on the stunning grounds, listening to a Samba band and watching the sunset. The next morning, we ate at a hip Boulder deli and went hiking in the Flatirons.
The man pulled off the perfect weekend. He even did a great job of packing my suitcase and remembered most everything. The only thing he forgot was our pyjamas.
Turns out we didn’t need ‘em. 
So now the pressure is on for me to deliver a memorable Father’s Day. What have you given your hubby or dad in years past?
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I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 