You know what I had appreciated this day on vacation?

• My husband spending all day on the slopes with the kids.
• That he doesn’t expect me to be outside in the freezing cold pretending to like skiing.
• That he spends hours on end, hunched over, teaching and guiding each child  - and doesn’t mind his burning, aching back when evening falls, because he sees the pain as a small price to invest in building a common pastime for our family.
• The moments I spent with rosy cheeked and frozen fingered kids, as they sipped thick, sweet, hot cocoa in the heated lodge and told me how awesome their last ski runs were.

All those moments were snapshots I consciously clicked and logged away in the photo album of my heart.

But scrolling through the pictures this morning I was stopped short when I came to this one.

It’s dad and daughter on the bunny hill lift.

Let your mind register for a moment.

My husband is a grown man (obviously).

That lift chair must be about 4′ wide.

The focus of the shot is on father and child.

But look at the tree branches.

They are MASSIVE.

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