God Bless my Underwear

As we venture around these trails, laugh out loud, tumble, stumble and wreck hardcore, nature seems to speak comfort to us as we continue to shred tread and head to bed...

This week has been exhausting to say the least. After my month and a half of recoup from the last three years of student/camp life, I find myself both loving the way I feel and hating the way I feel. I love the way I can just fall asleep and really be out cold. I enjoy knowing that the little ones are getting tired out by me and myself by them, with our daily adventures. I hate how my mind wanders to wanting sleep and zoning out while riding the lift playing "A my name is..." Along with counting the hours at times until I can go home and take a hot shower. Those thoughts are rather rare compared to the thought that made me laugh loud today... As we cruised down Delaware (a more popular blue square) I wondered to myself what each by-standard on the side of the trail must be thinking, what they will tell their families when they saw this little purple jacket, pink face masked, speckled helmeted, cruisin little ball of sass belting out "God bless my Underwear! My only pair!  I adore them! But I tore them! On the seat of my old rocking chair!" (in the musical sing-a-long selection of "God Bless America").

Or another thought of how much I love it when a 7 year old little woman who is as tall as my hip but can get lower than low in a carve that could make Ted Ligity say DAAAANG, with a powder blue helmet and hot pink goggles, beat boxing as we dance at the top of West Slope.

Getting blown away on the coldest of days. Chatting and joking while waiting for the feeling to come back into our cheeks and little fingers. Hot chocolate drinking fools who love, love, LOVE building snow castles and even after sprawling out across a trail after an epic wipe out, seeing their smiling giggling faces after racing to check on them, their words are usually as follows..." That...was...AWESOME!!!"

These little buggers teach me more than they know. And I am blessed. Sitting after a long but stellar day of skiing, I continue to wonder how I am so incredibly blessed and brought to these situations in my life and why? Why should I be the one who gets to have all the fun? The laughs, the jokes, the smiles, the love?

I don't know but I pray that He keeps pouring out of me, what I see pouring out of them.