So sorry for your loss, Monique. Sounds like this was completely unexpected.
I skied with Ed, his ex-wife, and their son. Love is complicated.
Usually it's the tension between the two that I dislike, but they've been divorced long enough now that it's no longer an issue (usually).That's great. Too many times people can't pull that off, and it's just a shame. (Of course, some exes are just nuts, but often they just weren't the right fit, or had gone in different directions.)
Being private about this area of my life I wish that I had a cool story about how my dating life and current spouse involved a love for the outdoors and skiing. Mine is the opposite.
My wife was born and mostly raised in NYC. When we started dating I made it clear that I love skiing. She made it clear that she hated winter and snow. Despite this she eventually went with me on a weekend to Mt. Snow. Not sure what was colder: the temps or the night in the hotel room. She tried skiing one more time at Camelback. Throughout the 13 years we've been married she has never skied again.
Her support for my passion is like my love for her. Complete. Now our 2 daughters ski. I ski 20-30 days a year and my kids around 20-25. She never says no to new equipment, never asks how much the trips cost, always watches the videos of her daughter on the race course or the little one bombing around. She even lets us put church on hold during the winter. She told a friends that she would rather get on a plane and travel with us to CO, UT than drive 4-5 hours to ski VT (when we lived in NYC) or northern MN since we moved from the Big Apple to the Minnie Apple. She patiently sits in the condo or at home and reads her books while I take the girls out. Never complains and always listens to the girls tell their stories.
We leave tomorrow for 4 days of skiing at Breck. I'll take the girls out skiing all day and my wife will read and walk around town. When we get back she'll flash that big Irish smile, give the girls a hug, and listen to each of them tell stories about their day on the slopes.......then she'll show me everything she bought while "walking" around town.
I need me a skiing love story. Mine have all been sailboat love stories but all of them have ended.
Ya gotta stop dating powerboat girls
Being private about this area of my life I wish that I had a cool story about how my dating life and current spouse involved a love for the outdoors and skiing. Mine is the opposite.
My wife was born and mostly raised in NYC. When we started dating I made it clear that I love skiing. She made it clear that she hated winter and snow. Despite this she eventually went with me on a weekend to Mt. Snow. Not sure what was colder: the temps or the night in the hotel room. She tried skiing one more time at Camelback. Throughout the 13 years we've been married she has never skied again.
Her support for my passion is like my love for her. Complete. Now our 2 daughters ski. I ski 20-30 days a year and my kids around 20-25. She never says no to new equipment, never asks how much the trips cost, always watches the videos of her daughter on the race course or the little one bombing around. She even lets us put church on hold during the winter. She told a friends that she would rather get on a plane and travel with us to CO, UT than drive 4-5 hours to ski VT (when we lived in NYC) or northern MN since we moved from the Big Apple to the Minnie Apple. She patiently sits in the condo or at home and reads her books while I take the girls out. Never complains and always listens to the girls tell their stories.
We leave tomorrow for 4 days of skiing at Breck. I'll take the girls out skiing all day and my wife will read and walk around town. When we get back she'll flash that big Irish smile, give the girls a hug, and listen to each of them tell stories about their day on the slopes.......then she'll show me everything she bought while "walking" around town.
My husband, Eric, died Friday Feb 16. It's still inconceivable. I think this belongs under love stories.
That's how it is/was with me and my daughter. I love skiing with her, and we've had so much fun skiing together over the years. She's now in her third year of college, and she went across the country! But we ski together every winter and spring break; and this past winter break she introduced her boyfriend (from Florida) to skiing by inviting him to come to Tahoe with us over winter break. He's crazy about it now, too. In fact, she just told me he wants to come to Tahoe with her for spring break, so they're looking like another skiing love story.I'll be super sad when he goes off to college as I'll be losing my ski pal and "partner in crime".
So there I was at Telluride..t'was a cold day..but sunshine of course.. I was killing it like I usually do and I'd had a great morning. I stumbled into the pub at the bottom of the Oak St. lift, not looking my best of course..trying to figure out what to eat. And there she was..a big beautiful picture of mac and cheese with bacon. I can't tell you how my heart soared at seeing this! And she was even better in person. So warm and buttery... Truly love at first sight..and I have skiing at Telluride to thank for this. Kismet..