A couple of weeks ago Jeremiah and his friend discovered an ice patch out in the pasture. They immediately dug out the skates and spent hours out in the cold wind going around and around in circles--and taking a few spectacular falls. But the joy seemed to numb the pain.
Then this past weekend we went up to some friends' house for some sledding and to break in Isaiah's new snowboard. It's actually used, and Jeremiah has one too, though he's still waiting for a shipment of boots and bindings, so Isaiah shared his with him.
They're Christmas presents. In the good old days we'd go out and get them things we thought they'd like, they'd open them on Christmas morning and be thrilled. With the snowboards, they spent hours online choosing the perfect board--and boots, and bindings, and goggles, and snow pants, placing the order, then waiting impatiently for them to arrive.
And then, of course, on Christmas morning they were disappointed that they didn't have more presents to open.
But I'm tremendously glad that they have them, and that they will always have memories of snowy mountains and wind in their faces.
The hill was in the emus' pasture. Jeremiah and Andrew ventured near but bolted when it looked like the male was getting territorial. Good plan.