A Spectacular Time Skiing
I've already forgotten the half hour sifting through gear in the basement closet, then looking for the right bag for it all, having "helpers" undo all the packing, making everyone sandwiches for lunch they would later reject for ski lodge chicken tenders and $273784 hot chocolate, being called to help with getting dressed while trying to get myself dressed--and the pièce de résistance--reminding boys they were in charge of packing themselves toys for the car because "we have a long drive to the ski slope" just to get 15 minutes away from home and hear "Mama, did you remember to pack our toys?" Nope, I've forgotten it all already. Instead I'll remember a 4-year-old attempting to thumbs up in silly big mittens while we rode the magic carpet up the bunny hill, watching my brother patiently coach my son in ski lessons then hearing my son say "Uncle E is a great ski coach", all of us going down the bunny hill together and celebrating our s...