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.
That’s how I felt.
I was doing something that defines me.
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.”
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.