Saturday was the day of Cross Country Skiing. We woke up early and headed out to Fahnestock. My parents, aunt and uncle joined us. They have their own equipment so they started out on their own as we rented ours. It's a small park that has a handful of trails ranging in all levels of difficulties. Chancho laced up his boots and off we went. He was a natural. He didn't fall until later on in the day. Granted, he did take it slow in the beginning to get the hang of it, but he was moving along just like everyone else on the trails for the most part. At one point a lady passed by us and said "Great job at not falling! My husband would have fallen at least 5 times already!" and off she skied. I guess we stuck out as beginners. For the first half of the day we stuck to flat land. We did a loop on a field and then ventured out onto the lake. I was little bit nervous as we could see the ice on the lake. The snow was melting fast and the edges around some of the lake was back to water. I made Chancho cross over it first to make sure that it was safe. He gladly took that challenge on. Half way through the loop across the lake, Chancho realized that he was wearing the wrong size boots.
Quote of the Day: "Love isn't about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn't about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn't about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn't about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It's about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can't go to sleep mad at each other. It's about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It's not about buying them gifts, but it's about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be... loved."