Last week was horrible. It was full of those things that make a mother's heart ache and a wife/money-manager cringe. I arose Saturday morning dreading the start of ski/snowboarding lessons. We had ski-fitting issues, too-small clothing issues, dad-sick issues and we-didn't-get-enough-sleep issues. Needless to say, I was at the end of my rope.

One hour later, things were vastly different. Twenty-five minutes to the slopes, easy fix of the equipment issues, shuffle the girls off to their lessons, grab my vanilla steamer and head (with my friend/therapist) to the deck overlooking the base of two lifts. With the sun shining on the glistening snow and its warmth surrounding me, I felt the week melt away -- therapy on the mountain. Sound like a commercial -- well it is, kind of -- come visit us in Montana!
I post a few photos to show that I wasn't the only one feeling the joy of the day.

The skiers demonstrated their exuberance at the end of a run...Just before this photo was taken, she told me about a jump she took and more importantly "landed".

My snowboarder sandwiched between her "twin-friends" on their first run of the day...consequently, they were almost as enthusiastic on their last.
We all went home at the end of the day remembering just exactly why we live here.