Skating

~Memory Monday~

My first memories of skating were on the pond near our house. My mom taught me how to skate backwards on that pond, before the spring went dry and the pond was no longer.

Ice skating became a weekly ritual during the winter. We would traipse all over the Malad Valley; pond to pond with hockey sticks in tow.

Each year brought a fresh search for the perfect ice. And one winter Charlotte and I discovered "smooth as glass" ice. We grew up down the road from our town's sewer ponds. Yup. We skated on those sewer ponds and it was nice. Nice, nice ice. It was as if no one had ever skated on those ponds before.

The adrenelin rush from trespassing didn't compare with the adrenelin rush of possibly falling into something you flushed 30 minutes prior. Luckily, we never fell into that jackpot.

You just had to remember to wipe off the orange-brown scum that collected on the bottom of your blades when you were finished.

Thankfulness

I'm thankful for my new camera. With my old camera I would have pushed the button and after Wyatt jumped for 30 more minutes, ate dinner, headed home and got in bed, it finally would have taken the picture. Merry Early Christmas to me!

Thankful for neices and nephews who LOVE little Z unconditionally.

Thankful for this man, my father-in-law. What a generous and kind heart he has.

And he introduced me to the Pickled Garlic. Where have you been my whole life?

Thankful for these gorgeous full lips that I get to kiss 501 times a day.

Especially thankful Lulu, the 7-toed friendly cat, survived Z's visit.

Grateful that Zannah's traveling turkey trots didn't kick in until after the plane ride. I was alone on the last leg of the journey and believe me, I recognize tender mercies when I get them.