5th Annual Ski Trip

I took a deep breath yesterday and let my son do what he's been dying to do all year. . .

I told myself that something in a boy's soul dies when an over protective mommy squashes what he and his daddy are okay with. . .

Jacob's soul is not dying anytime soon.

 I'm pretty sure that JD thinks that his Grandpa exists to make his life fun. .  .

 Ummm. . . somebody crashed, I think. We had 45 skiers in our group this year.  So fun.

What is this? Snuggles and love to appease me?  Yup.

Yes, that is my little boy, down at the very bottom - the smallest pin dot!  Yikes! I kept saying to myself  I can't believe we're letting him do this. . .

 And here is our purple puff, Cambria. . .

She was so excited to go down {the slopes} with her daddy!  At some point in the day the outdoor sound system changed to KLOVE and Daniel told me she was belting out Cry to Jesus with Chris Rice as she "skied."  Hilarious.