The Start of Something

Just as we saw the last of the above zero temps before The Polar Vortex moved in, Sammy bundled up in snowpants and a face mask and thick, insulated mittens and snapped his rented ski boots into skis for the very first time.  With the temps hovering above zero at the start of class and the bluffs casting shadows on the valley where the local ski team meets, I was nervous that Sam would hate it, that the cold temps would have him screaming to skip next week's class.  But after an hour of  learning to fall and shuffling around without poles and following other kids who had had a little practice when they started this last year, Sam skied up to me said he had fun.  In the car on the way home we waited in the Culver's drive thru for the Butterburger that could not come fast enough for my hungry 6-year-old and he asked when Eva could have ski lessons so we could all ski as a family.  Mommy is so happy.