This is my husband. I'm not sure if this is the beginnings of a mid-life crisis or what but today he insisted on hitting "the jump" any number of times at the sledding hill with the boys. It took me awhile to get a good "air" shot - partly because my finger was so frozen I couldn't feel it to take the picture - but mostly because I was laughing so hard I was crying! There was a lot of groaning after he landed this particular jump - and mention of possibly cracking a rib... He is asleep on the couch right now as I post this. Surprise, surprise! We'll see if he can still move when he wakes up...
That's as good as fun gets out in the snow! Your commentary about the *freezing fun* you were having is just the best! So nice to see you back here again!
LOL this is a great capture! And the story is quite amusing too. After our grandchildren left recently I overheard my husband telling a friend on the phone how much he loves playing with them but that for some reason "this time" it wore him out rather quickly. "This time?!" I thought to myself, "Ha! Everytime!!"
