Sometimes you don't even know it but your phone captured some great moments. It's like a healing balm, free, magic, unexpected.
Our last ski day together, most horrid weather of the season, but lunch is lunch! Thomas must have his beer, it's a ski lunch tradition:
Probably makes the day go faster as he follows me around ( so I have a pole fetcher when I "yard sale").
Fresca here, because I already can't ski strait! Maybe that's the key though, drinking....
My hand is tapped and bandaged on this one, I didn't know then it would hurt so more after the surgery. Happy times!