don't give the ghost up

I'm sitting here enjoying the mild ache of muscle pain that reminds me of all the fun i have been having.

Skiing has been incredibly fun. Just like riding a bike, everything came back in just a few minutes. The kids took one lesson each and have been flying down the runs ever since.

Toby has surprised me the most. He gets off the chairlift, pulls his goggles down and takes off straight down the hill, coat flying at his sides (he refuses to zip it up, but that's another story.)

It really feels like another world, like i have left all my worries and doubts behind. I feel content. Happy to watch memories being created for me and my children.

I could live here.