In about four hours, this is where Becky and I will be. I can't wait! The first skiing of the season. I love night skiing. Partly because it's how I first learned, I'm sure. I'll always remember my first time up the mountain. I asked Jim if I could spend some time on the rope-tow hill (yes I was a little scared). After one time down the little slope, Jim said, "You're ready...come on!" and we boarded the chair lift. Believe me...I was not feeling ready. Many falls later, that first ride seems like a breeze.

One of my favorite parts about night skiing is gliding through an area where the lights fail to illuminate. For a few dark seconds, you have no idea what's in front of you and the little bumps and dips in the terrain throw you off balance. Just enough out of control to still be having fun. When there is no wind, I love the quiet swish of snow carved off the edge of the skis.

Becky started skiing last year, and she picked it up like a champ. I can't wait to be up on the chair lift with my wife...my arm wrapped around her (cause it'll be cold tonight) with the bitter breeze on our noses. I love being able to do little tricks to try to impress her. I'll most likely fall and embarass myself, but it's a good excuse to laugh together. And I love being able to encourage her and watch her confidence grow and see her make progress. It's a joy all around!

Woohoo!! Can't wait to be up there!