I cam home this afternoon from running some errands in town to find ski tracks leading from the road right up to our back door.
I stood in the yard and spent some time attempting to put together what happened from looking at the snow tracks. As far as I can tell, Jenna put on her cross-country skis inside our mudroom and skied right out from there to the road, joining her cousin. There were ski tracks from the cousin’s place down to the road where the two tracks met up.
The fields around the houses are filled with memories of family, both young and old, enjoying outdoor activities – skiing, sledding, walking, riding, walking, the list goes on… I am grateful that my kids are now a part of that memory footprint.
My happiness moment today – coming home to see the ski tracks leading right out from our back door.