forgetful

Last week it snowed.  It was like magic as we pulled into the parking lot of the ski hill where we’d booked a room to stay overnight and get a couple of days of skiing in. During the week.  Not on the weekend that is often otherwise full of plans and other commitments.  No, this time we went away, last minute, together, as a family with no real agenda.

Magic, I tell you.

What was even more magical to me was watching my almost big girl in her element.

Unlike her mama, a tried and true scaredy cat, Jaia loves trying new things.  Anything.

This wasn’t her first time skiing.  It was her third, actually.  But this was her first with her dad taking over teaching duties from his dad, Grandpa Doug.  And just like his dad, Dan proved to be a challenging yet calm and patient instructor.  And Jaia proved to be an eager and hungry student.  She soaked it up.

After a few short runs down the bunny hill, Jaia asked to go up on the big hill.  Dan obliged.  I cringed at the plan.  “But what if…?” Dan had more faith.  They’d take it slow, and they’d be fine.

They were.  She was a superstar.

While Dan and Jaia were off getting their ski on, the dude and I walked around.  We took pictures.  We saw the sights.  We kept busy.

We waved at cats.

We kept our eyes peeled for Daddy and Jaia.

Two days was just enough time away to come back invigorated and ready to take on the last few weeks of snow and cold.  We are so so so close to saying goodbye to the white stuff for a few months and diving right into it on our little vacay seemed like a appropriate send off.  It was nice while it lasted, snow.  Now go away.