Part of Perfect Moment Mondays…
Though we’re home all day together – every day — admittedly, my husband and I don’t take enough time to do things together just for fun. Just for us. Everything lately seems to have a purpose, goal or responsibility attached to it. And when we’re done with all that by the end of the day, who has the energy to just have fun? So last week we took a family vacation to Vail and left all that grown-up stuff behind us. It wasn’t our first snowboard trip to the mountains, but this one would be different.
Typically, we share our lift tickets. One of us will ride while the other watches our now three-year-old Princess, Reagan. We trade off at nap time. When you’re on a budget, it’s hard to justify the $130/day extra for daycare and a second lift ticket – another $100 each day to ride together. Of course, this means all the exhilaration, fresh air and beauty of riding the mountain becomes a solo experience. It’s enjoyable to do alone every once in awhile, but is so much more fun to do with others. And, since this trip was planned last minute, none of our local friends could make it up on such short notice to take advantage of the little condo we had reserved.
While our plan was to again ride separately all week, we were prompted by my good friend, Fiona, whose family goes up to Beaver Creek every weekend together, to take at least one day together on the mountain. Since Beaver Creek is just around the corner from Vail, we brought our families together at the end of each day for one weekend. Our kids had a blast and Danny and I always enjoy some adult conversation and laughter, whenever we can get it. Wish they had been with us all week.
While cooking us a delicious dinner in their condo in Beaver Creek, my dear-friend-turned-marriage-counselor, encouraged us to spend the money, even if for just one day, to snowboard together. She stressed how important and refreshing that time we would spend on the mountain as a couple would be, not just for us, but for Reagan. And for our family as a whole. A solid, loving, happy marriage is at the core of your children’s happiness and sense of security. Sure, we know this, but, it’s the putting it into practice part that is easy to let slide. I always used to wonder what people meant when they said marriage was “work.” We didn’t have to work at much at all for the first five years of our marriage. It wasn’t until we had Reagan, and our focus was no longer on us, that I understood how much work marriage could become. And that cancer stuff sucks too.
We hadn’t snowboarded together since before Reagan was born. Sad, really. Pregnancy, chemotherapy, finances – all have played a role in the past few years. But, we were here now. Neither one of us throwing up this time. And Danny is set to go back to work any day now. No excuses. For the next few days, while taking turns on the mountain, we went back and forth about using our last two lift tickets to go out together on our last day. We called around for daycare options and I waited patiently for Danny to come to the same conclusion I had: I missed what it felt like to share this experience with him so many years ago. It was time. Eventually, he came around.
Our last day in Vail, was our best. Reagan, Ms. Social Butterfly, was ecstatic to go to daycare, running off to play without so much as giving us a passing glance back. And Danny and I had the best ride of the week exploring new runs together, enjoying the warm spring weather and mashed-potatoes under our boards. It was just like old times. Only this time, I could keep up with my old man. No better feeling than when he complimented me on riding the catwalks better than he could. In reality, I was just faking confidence. Just like when we were dating. And it was perfect.