The last of our holiday cards should have arrived by now, so I think I can finally share our 2012 photo without spoiling the surprise for anyone. Happy New Year, everybody!
Can you read the type at the bottom? “Trust me,” Cassie said. “North Dakota has great skiing, and my parents have all the gear we need!” That’s a joke, of course. North Dakota, my home state, is flat as a pancake, and you can see that my parents only have one set of skis. Those factors make skiing rather difficult. Which is fine by me. I may look like a snow bunny in this photo, but my only attempt at the sport ended in disaster. I broke my face and one ski. And I didn’t look cute doing it either.
These spectacular day-glo suits aren’t just any old ski suits. They’re special. My mom and stepdad wore them when they tied the knot in 1989 on Christmas Eve. No joke. They decided to have a ski wedding in Tahoe — just the two of them, a minister, and a photographer. Aren’t they precious?
I wish we’d thought to pose like this. And I wish my hair looked like my mom’s instead of smashed flat by that headband that Soren forced me to wear because he said it would make the outfit more “authentic.” Curse him! And curse my tiny head!
(Thanks, mom, for taking these photos!)