It Starts Small

 Luna is here visiting us from San Francisco.  It's been a busy Christmas week.  She learned to stand on skates on our frozen bay. 


She helped to build a huge snowfort in front of the cottage, and throw snowballs.


And today she learned how to ski. With just a little assist from Dad.

This takes me back -- my nephew David learned to ski just this way, on the gentle slope of our driveway. Not a long hill, not a steep hill, and just enough snow cover to let the little skiers learn to balance and steer.  I used to run down the hill beside him helping with balance, then tow him back up by his ski poles...  To shouts of "Again!" every time.
Before you could turn around, he was off, had a few lessons at Hidden Valley Highlands, and started blowing past me on the double black diamond hills, leaving me in a swirl of snowflakes in his wake. 
But it starts here. It starts small.  With big smiles.