June has been riding on my back as I cross-country ski since she was less than a year old. I’ve listened to her chattering in my ear as I glide along the alfalfa field for four winters now. Her birthday is at the end of this month and we’re thinking this will be the last year I am able to carry her while skiing. Very bittersweet. Brian took her skiing around the yard last night on her own set of skis (Merritt’s first pair). The equipment was a little too big, but she was delighted with her first ski nonetheless.
Our baby girl is growing up.
(About 20/21 seconds in on the second video she pauses to listen to a bird. That’s my girl.)