I
shot a wolf! Well, ok, it was made of foam and not exactly fast. Still Kory
thought it was impressive that I managed to peg him right in the teeth. He made
sure we got a picture.
We
spent last weekend at Snow Mountain Ranch way up in the cold Colorado mountains
somewhere near Winter Park ski resort. We were celebrating Kory’s birthday. It
was one of those milestone birthdays, and it seems to have flapped my unflappable
husband. I don’t know why. The truth is, men just get cuter as they get older.
See!
Kory is standing next to Chad and Dick, the two draft horses who pulled the sleigh we rode in. We’d stopped for hot cocoa and Chad was literally chomping at the bit. The driver explained that he had a thing for one of the horses pulling another sleigh that had just left the cocoa stop. She said Chad was “embarrassing himself,” but I thought it was cute that he was so anxious to follow his lady back to the stables.
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| Pretty boys! |
Speaking
of girl-crazy guys, Chunky could’ve spent hours in the craft center at Snow
Mountain Ranch, making gifts for his special friend. He painted a wooden heart
and wrote “Will you be my Valentine?” on it. Then he made her a leather
bracelet with dogs, cats and hearts. He was intent on buying her something in
the gift shop until I insisted he pick out something for himself instead.
Sometimes I envy that boy’s future wife. Is that weird to say?
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| Chunky snow-shoeing |
I’m afraid the cold air was hard on Monkey who wasn’t quite over that awful respiratory virus we all had. His asthma plagued him the whole weekend, turning my Indoor Boy into a true hermit. So while Kory and Chunky went snow-shoeing, Monkey and I holed up in the room, watching movies and reading. What can I say; he is his mother’s child.
I
think we learned from this little getaway that half of our family thinks a
vacation is for down time and the other half thinks vacations are for
adventure. Hopefully that knowledge will make future family vacations more
enjoyable for everyone.
How about you? Would you rather spend your time away reading in a beach chair or
snorkeling? Does your preferred relaxation method clash with your spouse or
other family members?
Is
your husband getting annoyingly cuter as he ages?
2 comments:
In my birth-family, "vacation" was a new place to read a book. In Tom's, it was go-see-do-go-see-do. We try to split it up a little.
This afternoon we leave for YMCA of the Rockies. When he wants to go out, I'll remember to bring my camera. When he takes the Creature swimming, I'll have my peace.
And, yes! How come every year he looks more handsome and I look more like my grandmother?!
We want both. Relax. Do something. Relax. Do something. Do something separate. Relax together.
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