Better to Laugh

On Presidents’ Day, my husband and I decided to enjoy the snow.  First, we went sledding – just the two of us.  We did not borrow my niece and nephew so we would look like we belonged there; we just decided to go for it.  I put on a t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, my thick Chicago Bears coat, a pair of sweats, a pair of lined, nylon pants over the sweats, snow boots, a hat, and gloves.  As I went to the car, I sneezed and wet my pants.  Seriously?  After all that time getting ready?  My husband asked me if I was going to go back and change.  I figured that would be another half hour, so I said, “No, it wasn’t much; let’s just go!”  I share this embarrassing moment in the hopes that it will encourage another middle-aged woman dealing with the changes in her body to not let a little leak stop her.  Of course, there will be other times when this is not as convenient.

On the sledding hill, there was a sled four high with kids lying on top of each other.  I said, “Well, that’s not very safe.”  On another run, there were four kids on saucers holding onto the saucer behind them, making a chain.  I said, “That isn’t very safe.”  My husband laughed, “That’s the fun of sledding!  It’s not supposed to be safe!”  I don’t remember “safe” being in my vocabulary 20 years ago.  Sledding today was fun, even when I wiped out at the bottom of the hill once and ate snow.

After we were on the hill almost an hour, we went for a hike in the woods for almost another hour.  It was breathtaking!  The creek looked beautiful with the snowy trees hanging over it.  It started to snow again when we were on our way back to the car.  All in all, it was a very peaceful day!