For my mama.
Today marks 5 years since she’s passed. It’s hard saying more than that because I miss her tremendously.
Skiing is my favorite way to feel closest to her. I like to think of visiting the mountain today as sharing my first day on the slopes with my mom. Wearing gear that was hers, skiing with friends, and passing on the love for pocket chocolates makes my heart feel more full.
Waking up to fresh snow this morning was a treat made even more special when I heard from friends and family that it was snowing by them. I know Mama Joan had a big smile on her face doing a snow dance for us all.
❤️❄️
