you throw hope up in the air...
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That was the view from the balcony of our chalet. The chalet was incredibly affordable. You could ski in/out from it, it was packed with kids toys and videos, it comfortably slept all fourteen of us. Amazing.
We did lots of playing. And zooming. And various rosy cheek inducing activities.
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There was also plenty of this:
and this:
and of course this:
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Home again, home again.
I don't want to be home. The phone ringing. The problems. The work to do.
The best holiday ever.
My favourite part? Aside from the snow, and fresh air, and friends…
Toby skiing fast and furious, coat tails flying in the wind.
Parker break-dancing to "clap hands" by beck.
Hot buttered rum.
I am feeling sad to be back here in my life. Not ready to face the daily grind. But, i have photos to upload. Memories that have been made. Next year to look forward to.
I love you chalet9 and mt. washington.
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I'm sitting here enjoying the mild ache of muscle pain that reminds me of all the fun i have been having.
Skiing has been incredibly fun. Just like riding a bike, everything came back in just a few minutes. The kids took one lesson each and have been flying down the runs ever since.
Toby has surprised me the most. He gets off the chairlift, pulls his goggles down and takes off straight down the hill, coat flying at his sides (he refuses to zip it up, but that's another story.)
It really feels like another world, like i have left all my worries and doubts behind. I feel content. Happy to watch memories being created for me and my children.
I could live here.
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We are up on beautiful Mt Washington. Sharing a lovely chalet with lovely friends.
Looking around at the kids laughing, rosy cheeked, i know that these are the days that good memories are made of.
The drive up was incredible. In and out of small island towns. The terrain changing from rainforest to clear cuts. Then coming out of the mist and driving the sixteen kilometers up the mountain where the sun was shining and the snow was deep enough to bury a house.
After a wonderful dinner we went outside to toboggan. Screaming gleefully down the trails between the chalets.
Now the kids are piled three high in the loft. Quiet whispers and giggles flowing down into the living room.
It is going to be a great week.
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How do i love thee?
Let's count the ways….
It is delurking week.
I am feeling fragile. Much more so than in many months. The people i need to love me aren't loving me.
In fact, they are smacking me in the face and only apologizing under extreme warnings of "i'm going to count to three…."
Tell me what your favourite late night snack is.
Mine?
The forbidden peanut butter and jelly (my mom's homemade raspberry jam) sandwich.
Please show me some love.
Just a simple
xxoo
would do.
xxoo
jess
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