We've waited years for the time to be just right for our first family ski trip.
Winston, I love ya man, but if we had tried to make you ski one second before you were ready, I'm confident you would have fought it FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
(Remind me to tell you the story about peas whenever you think I'm exaggerating.)
So, Daddy's 40th year turned out to be the right time.
We had THE BEST time ever. It was well documented, so I have to break it up into several posts.
Lots more snow to come. :)