When I tell people that my brother and I had an absolute blast skiing in the rain last weekend in Park City, the reaction across the board is “but rain isn’t good for skiing.” No, friends, it’s not. But what is good for skiing is attitude, and our entire day centered around a sense of adventure—because skiing in the rain was a new adventure for a skier who once lived within blocks of a ski mountain (me). We accidentally hopped the gondola from Park City mountain to Canyons, which was easily the happiest accident we could have undertaken. New terrain, no idea really where we even were, and never hitting the same run twice made for an absolutely fabulous ski day. We rushed back before the lifts closed, and even made it, showered, to the Welcome Party for the wedding.
The wedding. What a fabulous weekend full of events and family and new friends and deep conversations and countless open bars, and beautiful wedding as icing on the cake.
My aunt coined a new term: siblets, to describe me and my cousins and our relationships with each other. We grew up geographically disparate, but because the original siblings, the sisters, raised the kids so similarly, we have a remarkable closeness. We even got extra close to the spouses of the siblets, which is a testament to how very cool—and lucky—our family is.
And that’s all. There’s other stuff going on, but this very lucky feel good friday the 13th is dedicated to gratitude for the very extraordinary family I was born into and am so grateful to have grown up with.