I've waited 12 years for this

 

Hey, who is that?  Is that the Michelin Man?  Is that the guy who said that he thought he might never be interested in skiing?  Could that be my husband?  The One who assured me that skiing is cold, expensive and dangerous for your ankles?  Yes indeed. That's him alright.

 

For Christmas, I outfitted him in head to toe Smartwool.  We're talking base layers, neck gaiters, ski socks-- the whole shebang.  We stocked up on little hotties feet and hand warmers, and of course cocoa always helps. Cold?  Not a chance!

 

Our entire family was gifted season passes, rental gear and lessons by the generous folks at our local ski resort.  "It helps to have connections" Carl said to me with a tiny wink as they handed us our passes today.  He is the very puffed up and inflated designer of their website.  Expensive?  FREE!!

As for the potential ankle injuries?  That I cannot help him with!  Lots and lots of cheek biting today for me.  As an experienced skier (well sort of, I've had to take a few years off because he has refused to participate- either that or I've had a baby growing inside me or attached to me in some fashion) I wanted to give him all kinds of tips and advice.  We all know how well that would go over.  So, instead I waved goodbye to both him and his instructor as they trudged off towards the rope tow.

 

Me?  Well I was so stinkin' happy to be back on that mountain.  Any mountain.  I've missed it. I've got  rosey cheeks, chapped lips, and tired tired legs to prove it. We had 11" of new powder, hardly a cloud in the sky and did I mention that we left our kids with friends?  Perfect.

Good job to day Carl!  You did not exceed the maximum allowance of F-bombs and never once did you throw your poles at me. Oh wait, you didn't have any!  

You made it.  You skied one whole day!  I am proud of you and can't wait for next time.  Now, let me start the bath for you...you're gonna need it.