A Beautiful Day
The mountains are calling, and I must go.
Last weekend my gorgeous husband and I decided to drive two hours east and spend a beautiful day in Lake Tahoe. I know we are blessed when we can awaken late on a Saturday morning and casually choose to enjoy a day in a world class destination. We had no plan, other than just enjoying the drive and each other, and ending up where our collective spirit guided us.
We ended up at Squaw Valley, where my expert-level-skier husband is always in his element. I am, too, but in a different way. Since becoming ill, intimately taking on the combination of slope and speed isn’t really my thing. Instead I love to sit or walk around, taking in the energy of the crowd. I breathe in the amazingly clean mountain air, finding happiness in the sight of life and people enjoying it. I get to see the joy and light in my husband’s eyes, and his exhausted smile from a day well spent.
But most of all, I cherished that cozy, quiet car ride home, with my hand in his. So grateful for a beautiful day. For God’s creation.
And for love.
Have a fabulous weekend.