Skiing this year has been one of the best tools for us to bond, even as he matures and develops his own thoughts and reasons to assert his individualism. Despite the anticipation that one day he’ll find something else to do, I appreciate that he enjoys our time together as much as I do. I only wish it was colder for longer, and with more snow for us to exploit.

There are times when I wish I could go back and rearrange my past to better address it for the present, so I could kind of life reshuffle to prepare for who we are today — or at least discover the hole I so blindly ignored back then (because it damaged me). But I suppose there is no point in wishing about the past; regret is the easy way out.

The great epochs of our life come when we gain the courage to rechristen our evil as what is best in us.