Sledding / Flying
Decided to get away from the computer, from the house, from feeling guilty about not working on the next house project & took the kids sledding today. Allison didn’t want to go (or, maybe she wanted me to *make her* go, but I didn’t — she’s going to have to start owning her own happiness).
Anyway, I could go into detail about it & maybe get philosophical, but I really just wanted to remember this…
Annie wanted me to go down with her, each of us on our own sleds, but holding hands. We did it sitting up a couple times. Then, Shelby got me trying to go down on my stomach (not easy when you’re a 42-yo overweight mom with way too much stuff in her coat pockets on a saucer-type sled). Annie was doing it, too. Then, she wanted us to hold hands going down on our tummies.
It was awesome. It’s how I imagine those skydiving formation people must feel, only I was looking into the face of someone I love so much she glows when I look at her. We started out side by side, but ended up with our heads close, looking into each others faces as we raced down the hill.
Damn. I want to do that again and again and again.
Also, one time, when I was going down on my tummy, Shelby was heading up. He saw me, dropped his sled & jumped onto my back! We went to the bottom together, then, did it again, starting from the top. Then Annie wanted to try. Then, we did a 3 people belly whomper, with me on the bottom, Shelby on my back & Annie on his back. We did that twice. First time, Annie fell off halfway down. The 2nd time, we made it all the way to the bottom.
May they remember the happy times like these & not the boring ones where I’m all distracted by my own things.
