The last day of JH's nanny career, for the time being. 
Ski season has started off to a dull roar. There's not much snow in the Wasatch, the south facing side of Little Cottonwood is remarkably dirty for this time of year, but the runs are soft and the skiers have come into their shells, out of their eastern abodes.
Seven seasons in, I love teaching skiing more every day.
I spent this weekend in the wonderful company of a beautiful little girl from St. Louis and her family. It's amazing to be in a place where individuals and families come to enjoy life, and I get to be a part of their experience. I am truly blessed.
On one of our rides this afternoon, we shared the chair with a man from Manhattan. He asked a lot of questions about my life - and the picture I painted for him was (my reality) : I ski in the winter, am taking my time through school, and have spent a good part of the past three summers running rivers.
The man looks at me and he says "What do you think you are, some kind of diety, that you get to take the best of life and just do that?"
And I'm sure I laughed, and was pleasant, and didn't gloat too much.
1 comment:
... and the problem with taking the best of life is... ?
So, Here's to the Goddess Jenn!
:-)
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