as a young kid i have great memories of skiing in new hampshire. yes, once i moved out to colorado i realized that most of the ‘mountains’ i had experienced more closely resembled a [pre-pregnancy] nipple than anything else.

that withstanding, if i could do it again right now you better bet you could find me tearin it up at (pre-demolished) temple mountain. (sorry, that was for my local NH peeps.)

moving along. to the point of this blog today…

my mom would always take her sweet, sweet time coming down. like s.w.e.e.t. time. she would weave her way in and out of the trails, stopping frequently to take in a vista or listen to a bird. like, seriously? we used to think. the faster the better! move it or loose it snow plowing people, move on ovah, we’re comin’ down (like all 52′ of trail).

and then a few nights ago i was packing the kids up to run to a local toy store for a birthday present. and.the.sunset.was.amazing.
like, really amazing. i went and grabbed my camera trying so hard to capture with the lens the outrageousness happening in real life. minus the telephone polls, lines and random annoying roofs making their way into every shot.

like flowing lava. or sherbert on drugs.

started out like-a this…

and worked its way to this…

it wasn’t until we were halfway to the toy store and i was absolutely driving off the road to get a better look that i headed to the highest point i could find, parked my car and started taking photos out my window.

screetches and cries poured out of my mouth. looooook guys! isn’t that the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen?
i turned around to see h was looking in the complete opposite direction. thumb in mouth, glazed over eyes fighting the just.want.to.close fight. totally unaware and indifferent.

j broke out of his lip-picking trance to blink a few times and mutter, what mommy?

point in case #64, 357. i have become my mother.

which, as it turns out is just about the best case scenario, if you ask me.

trucking through life, searching for the golden red-ish lining. living the dream.

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