Winter Fun

My mom called me this morning to ask if we wanted to come over and cross country ski. My first reaction was, "Hell to the no!", but she added lunch into the deal so you know I was "in" because of free food that I didn't have to cook. I figured I would ditch the skiing and pig out.

You see, I've been skiing since I was 15. I was pretty good at it at one time at least until I got super fat. The last time I remember going was about 6 years ago. My ass fell over in a huge bank of snow and I was sure I needed a crane to get me back up. Skiing fat was not fun.

Today I watched as our girls, Mr. Sign and my mom got their ski boots on. I decided not to be a loser and got my gear on too.

Part of the beauty of being a farmer's granddaughter is that we have thousands of acres on which to play. I know how lucky I am because of this.

I strapped those skis on and immediately felt at home as I glided through the sparkling snow.

Here is #2 ahead of me:

This is #2 and me:

My step dad rode the four wheeler back and brought sleds.
Here he is with my mom and both girls:

Mr. Sign and I decided to get in on the action.
Here you see us racing each other.
I'm on the right and winning:

Even after turning around completely
backwards, I still won:

I skied several times down this same hill and never fell once which is unbelievable if you know me.

After we went home and had hot chocolate, we decided to tie the sled up to the four wheeler. Here is #1 pulling #2:

Here #1 is pulling me:

I am so happy that I decided to do all of this today with my family. It's something that the weight would have stopped me from doing or at least hindered any fun I may have tried to have. As I climbed the hills over and over without feeling a bit tired, I thought about how much my life has changed. Not only my life, but the lives of my children.