I could go on and on about why birthdays are a good thing. The bold statement of the obvious is that they beat the alternative. People say that flippantly. But since I lost a dear friend (whose birthday was the day before mine) last week, I can’t really say that with any humor. I caught myself Monday counting many blessings—chief among them being the family I’ve been lucky to create with my very best friend. The life we live in Park City, too, is a blessing. It is an embarrassment of riches. My awesome friend Miriam, who runs Park City Passport, and has a wicked-cool family of her own, said it best, yesterday, on her blog. And it kinda sorta made me blush to think I got a whole post on her blog in my honor, and that in the process she made me a poster-girl for the good life.
But I was too busy living the good life to blush for long. To wit: I started the day by putting out a FB call to see who might want to play hooky with me to go skiing. Several friends answered the call—and I was about to join them, when my four year-old announced that he would like to go skiing with me, thankyouverymuch. And that, my friends, was an offer I could not refuse.
You can read more about our adventures on the Deer Valley Blog later this week, but for now, suffice it to say, that I could not stop smiling all day with this cute boy by my side.