Ski 2008
10/03/08 20:33
Yet another lovely HE ski holiday has been and gone and yet another year of watching in wonder and disbelief at how my children can whizz down a mountain without thought or care!
Watching my children ski has to be the most amazing that happens each year. Sometimes when I ski, I'm scared and I stop at the top or half way down and really believe that I can't go any further. My children just ski. The girls are sometimes slow and steady and Buzz just goes
They love it, they enjoy it and they feel the freedom that I also feel when I ski.
For those that have never skied I can't explain the feeling. I imagine it's the same as those that sky dive or some such. To be in the wonderful beauty of snow covered mountains, the silence above the clouds and the wind in your face is just too much and so often I am to be found crying.
We arrived late as we needed to attend Rod's funeral. It was beautiful, heartbreaking and just perfectly Rod. The music was him playing and everybody that spoke was someone that loved him and knew him. Pea read Daffodils and was perfect, she sobbed and sobbed as did I but when it was her turn to stand on the altar she did so with her head up and clear perfect diction. The hundred or so people there shared my pride.
We arrived at skiing to be met by friends who had already started their holiday but had returned form the slopes to settle us in (we part of about a 60 person party).
The holiday was great, some very funny parts, Tony and I relaxed with each other in a way that we haven't for a very long time and some lovely family and friends time. There were many moments of crying and feelings of loss but it was a good place to be.
I made a total fool of myself one night by singing too much at karaoke. Of course included in my numbers were 'Barbie Girl' and 'I will survive'.
This holiday is now a tradition in our lives, it's fun and a way to spend a week with friends that we never normally would.
Watching my children ski has to be the most amazing that happens each year. Sometimes when I ski, I'm scared and I stop at the top or half way down and really believe that I can't go any further. My children just ski. The girls are sometimes slow and steady and Buzz just goes
They love it, they enjoy it and they feel the freedom that I also feel when I ski.For those that have never skied I can't explain the feeling. I imagine it's the same as those that sky dive or some such. To be in the wonderful beauty of snow covered mountains, the silence above the clouds and the wind in your face is just too much and so often I am to be found crying.
We arrived late as we needed to attend Rod's funeral. It was beautiful, heartbreaking and just perfectly Rod. The music was him playing and everybody that spoke was someone that loved him and knew him. Pea read Daffodils and was perfect, she sobbed and sobbed as did I but when it was her turn to stand on the altar she did so with her head up and clear perfect diction. The hundred or so people there shared my pride.
We arrived at skiing to be met by friends who had already started their holiday but had returned form the slopes to settle us in (we part of about a 60 person party).
The holiday was great, some very funny parts, Tony and I relaxed with each other in a way that we haven't for a very long time and some lovely family and friends time. There were many moments of crying and feelings of loss but it was a good place to be.
I made a total fool of myself one night by singing too much at karaoke. Of course included in my numbers were 'Barbie Girl' and 'I will survive'
.This holiday is now a tradition in our lives, it's fun and a way to spend a week with friends that we never normally would.
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