“Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
Isn’t that the truth. Our winter vacation started with a fractured foot for Sam. He was a happy camper after the day’s private snowboarding school and wanted to be signed up for another one today, and of course we did. When is it better to learn if not when interested. He, his father and our friend joined the slopes for another run in the afternoon and after a fantastic run, round no. 2 ended in a fractured foot. At first we thought/hoped it was a sprained foot, but the x-rays showed it was off.
He was brave through the hole thing. And as the child he is he doesn’t cry over spilled milk. But selfish as I am l mourn the family time we’ll miss and slope time he’ll miss (and of course thankful for that the turn-out was as “good” as it was. But still.