The last few years for Thanksgiving, we've swept away to the mountains to ski. I can't say how much I love sweeping these people away.
My brain settles. To-do lists stay home. Phones get put away. Hot chocolate flows. And this mom only remembers to pull her camera out a time or two because the fun is a team sport rather than spectator ... though my skiing sits on the sidelines for the future.
Just pure enjoyment and gratitude for an un-complicated holiday.
This sign was posted at the condo hot tub.
We laughed a little.
And worried some.
Pretty close to perfect this year. Mild weather. Accommodations just feet from the gondola and village center.
Let's just get a closer look at that cuteness.
We soak in the hot tub, play games, read, ski from dawn to dusk, watch a movie or two, eat, and sleep for tomorrow we may die when we have to wake up for school again at 5:30 a.m.
(pardon the lousy iphone shots)
Again with the close up ... that's a hard afternoon's sleep right there.
The snow is only just getting going for the season.
But it doesn't stop this crew.
Eliza took to her first time like a pro. She never wanted to quit.
But quit she did.
"Mom..." she said, as I collected her from the others after a cold and tiring late afternoon, "You're the best mom over, to wipe a girl's nose."
And that right there ... that's what there is to be thankful for.