I must say, that David was all gung-ho still at this point and looking forward to the day. Earl was obviously excited. Emily was sharing my fear too though. Earl stayed with the kids and got them all set and to their class. He stayed with them for awhile. Emily wasn't sure she wanted to take the class, but hung in there like a true soldier . . . doing the hard thing and trusting God for the good thing like her daddy is teaching her to do. (Miles actually means "soldier".)Fast forward to lunch. We're done with our classes. We're anxious to get out there and show our stuff! Actually, I must admit at this point that I really did enjoy my class! I had a great instructor who was firm but patient. There was only one other gal in the class with me and she was a novice too. Competition works well for me. He ended up giving us two lessons because we made good progress. By the end of the class, I was skiing down the mountain (bunny slope), turning, stopping . . . and every time amazed that I was actually doing this.
So . . . long story long . . . I denied myself, took up my skiis and followed my husband . . . and I had a wonderful day!! The Lord in His goodness and mercy (to all of us!) arranged a day that I never dreamed would actually happen and provided wonderful memories that the kids and us will share for years to come. (I did fall a few times, twice getting off the chair lift, and once while I was delighting in how well I was doing coming down the mountain while Earl was videoing! It was another biblically accurate day in the life of Jan Miles . . . pride goeth before the fall . . .sigh . . .)