I really want to take Archer sledding. Not just sledding, but sledding on a really big hill. In my planning for this momentous event, I realized I did not own a sled. Oldest child downfall - we don't have a lot of the stuff that kids Archer's age would enjoy. Perfect example - a sled. Youngest child upside - by the time Shelly is Archer's age, we'll have all the stuff. Perfect example - probably more than one sled. Yesterday I called Dad to ask his advice - "Do you think Menard's will have sleds?" (PS The day before I was at Target and the entire aisle of sledding stuff was COMPLETELY empty.) Dad says, "yeah probably, which one are you going to? I'll meet you there!" A half hour later, after debating the different types of sleds and finally choosing the best one, we had another decision. "You know, the hill is only a mile away from here, and its on your way home..." And now we're on a trip over to the big hill to test out the new sleds. Before I even know what's going on, I'm flying down a hill and stopping only inches short of a tree in my path. And then we go to the BIG hill. The one I remember Dad taking us to when we were kids. The one where you park on the side of the road, and climb up a slippery mountain and then look down the other side, the steep, packed, iced-over slope that holds memories. Memories of piling onto Dad's back to ride down the hill, or standing next to the car brushing snow off our pants and jackets, looking forward to getting home and making hot chocolate.
I can't wait to share this with Archer, and with Shelly. Maybe it will be a new tradition, Christmas Eve sledding. I know one thing for sure, though - its gonna be FUN!!!
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You notice I didn't volunteer to have you on my back going down the hill yesterday! There is nothing like that look of pure joy on a child sledding down a hill; you never forget it. I saw it again yesterday on my 27 year old daughter's face!!
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