My family and I headed “up north” this weekend for a family ski trip. Feeling under the weather, I wasn’t sure this morning if I’d be reading in the lodge or joining them on the hills. But as we arrived, the snow was so tempting. I geared up.
The fresh air and family time were healing. The snow was perfect and I felt strong gliding down the hills. At one point, my son, Noel, my husband and I were riding up the lift, when a snowball hit Noel. I immediately assumed it was our youngest son, and yelled, “Hey!” An embarrassed guy below laughed and apologized, “I thought you were Kevin!” We laughed.
By the end of the day, with tired legs and cold noses, we made our last run. It was a little scary, but I reminded myself of Eleanor Roosevelt’s quote, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” It’s reassuring, isn’t it?
My husband and I waited at the meeting spot, when we spotted Noel. We called out to him just as he turned toward us. Only, this guy was riding a snowboard and Noel was skiing. He sported a similar blue coat, hat and goggles, and even had the same scruffy facial hair. It must have been Kevin!
It was a beautiful day. I may be sore and a bit tired, but I believe in the healing power of laughter, of family, and of nature.