I read my post from yesterday over and over again.

Not because it was fabulous writing, but I wanted to get it right. It would be awesome if the little guy remembered his first time skiing, but if not it is a story that I want to be able to tell him when he gets older, and I don’t want to leave anything out!

I’m not a descriptive storyteller. By that I mean, I use simple words to tell my stories. Sometimes its the same words over and over to describe things. I may write all the details, but I never was really good at being very descriptive (using adverbs and adjectives, right Fil?!).

I wanted to make the story come alive. It’s hard for me to do that. I guess that’s why I love blogging because I can add pictures to my stories. And you know what they say about pictures…it’s worth a thousand words, right?

I wish I could describe the feeling that I felt all day.

ALIVE.

That’s how I felt.

I was doing something that defines me.

Stephany.

And, I was doing it with the little guy.

As his mom.

I was a mom AND Stephany at the same time!

It was exhilarating!

A couple of other notes:

On Sunday night Ryan asked the little guy, “What was your favorite thing about going skiing with Mommy today?”

His answer was, “All of it.”

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Yesterday when I was writing the story the little guy asked what I was doing. I told him I was writing the story about our skiing adventure. Then I asked, “If you could write a story about our skiing adventure what would you say?”

His answer, “Who is the fast skier? I am!”

home is…feeling alive.