A few weekends ago Chase and I were able to head up to Brighton for some snowboarding, or in my case some butt sliding. I hadn't been for over 2 years, and so I spent a lot of time falling on my behind. After listening to some of the ski instructors working with the little kids, I finally figured it out. If you don't look at your feet or the ground right in front of you, you don't fall. Go figure, it's kind of like driving and looking out into the horizon. We had a wonderful time being together, and only a few tears were shed. Thanks babe for the fun day, and thanks Grandma Vicki for watching Owen for us!
