Skiing has never appealed to me. Jay used to go skiing in his “before Kim days” often, sometimes once a week. However, he hasn’t been in 21 years. The 21 years that we have been together. Jackson has asked to go skiing for the last two years and this past weekend we had an opportunity to go with a group of friends from church to
Cataloochee Ski Area. Hailey and I didn’t ski, we colored in the warmth of the “lodge” and watched the fun from the large picture windows above the slopes.
Jackson loved his first time skiing, but did not love the awkward ski boots. I really didn’t get to see him do much skiing since I was with Hailey and not out there myself (which I’m sure saved us a trip to the ER). But everyone came back with lots of fun stories about a ride of shame, finding candy bars on ski lifts, slow signs and the lack of running into them, 75 foot head first slides, Big Lots toilet paper and supper at
Wendy's (where Jay didn't make a buck this time).
