This weekend was one of the many many times I realized how lucky I am. Jaeson and I drove up to snowy PA to visit family and go snowboarding. For Christmas, Jaeson surprised me with a brand new pink snowboard (Breast Cancer awareness design, on top of it!) and all the gear to go with it- he told me it was not only an investment for upcoming trips, but trips in the future when we had a family. So thoughtful! I was excited to try out my gear, but even more nervous! I mean, if I have my very own gear, people are going to think I’m good, when I KNOW I’m not.
The weekend started out perfectly, and we made it up to the mountain as snow was powdering the ground. We geared up, and that’s when my brain totally got to me. My pants were too tight, I couldn’t get up off the ground, my goggles were fogged up, I was NEVER making it off the bunny slope, I’m pretty sure there was already snow down my pants, and also, a 2 year old just did a 360 on her snowboard right next to me (ok, maybe that last part didn’t happen). I was pretty down on myself, and Jaeson, who had been dying to go snowboarding for so long, was stuck coaching me on the bunny slope. I felt terrible– I was holding him back from having fun, or so I thought. He never once complained. When I complained about my pants being too tight and not being able to move, he offered to go to the shop and buy me new pants. When I told him to go on the other slopes and forget about me, and apologized for the thousandth time, he insisted that he was having fun with me. He sat down next to me on the top of the bunny slope, as I sat there in defeat, and told me that he was happy. He was having fun as long as he was there with me. He was NOT going to leave me behind and he was NOT going to let me give up.
We finally made it off the bunny slope that night, and I graduated to the big girl slopes (after a few face plants off of the lift…ugh), and yes, I got a lot more snow down my pants, and my foggy goggles made it nearly impossible for me to see, BUT I was having fun. We ended the night on such a great note (i.e. me NOT falling down the slopes…as much!). I am so grateful that I have a husband that won’t give up on me when I’m being a whiny brat and when I’m just plain ol’ defeated. Even when I didn’t believe in myself, he did, and I am so appreciative of that.
It was such a nice reminder of how lucky I really am.
And because I’m currently freezing as I’m typing this, here’s a picture from our warm Florida trip…