Intent on doing something "different" this New Year's weekend, my daughter decided we should all go up to Lake Tahoe for the holiday weekend. I think I've mentioned before that our family has a place near Meyers so finding a place to stay during the holiday wasn't the problem. Nevermind that a BIG storm went through earlier last week and Meyers didn't have any electrical power for nearly 36 hours. An early morning text to my brother already up there with his crew confirmed that the power had come on sometime during the night and, hooray!, there was heat again.
No, the problem was me. I don't like the snow, I don't like being cold. I don't like driving in the snow. And I especially don't like going over the summit on Interstate 50 in the snow. I didn't want to go. Period. My daughter knew that I didn't want to go; she knew I was putting off making a decision until the very last minute. And at the very last minute, I relented, packed my bags and the SUV and off we all went.
Let me tell you why I relented at last.
Yes, Isabella and Alaina had never been to the snow before and Isabella felt that she missing a key childhood experience by not having played in the snow. She's seven.That's not way I changed my mind.
And yes, Alaina's goal was to make a snowman and a snow angel. And have me take photos of her. But that's not why either.
And yes, my crew, my hubby, my daughter and son-in-law wanted to go sking and snow-boarding and sledding and blah, blah, blah.
Sigh. Nope, not that either.
I did it because my One Little Word this year is DO. As in GO and DO. So I went. And I strapped on my snowshoes and trekked up the hill. And I went to Sierra-at-Tahoe and watched my girlies ski for the first time. And I watched them sled down the hill, make snow angels and build a snowman. And had a happy new year's day.