We have snow. Lots of snow. And around here snow means one thing – cross-country skiing.
If you would have told me when I was in high school that I would ever strap wooden sticks to my legs and propel myself across frozen ground – I would have laughed in your face.
I’m not athletic. I hated gym class. I’m not even sure I like winter. I know for sure that I don’t like to be cold.
But my mom gave each of her daughters some wonderful advice when we got engaged. “Learn to love what your husband loves so you can share it together”.
I married a Eagle Scout with Scandinavian blood running through his veins. His boy scout troop used to strap packs on their backs and ski into the Sierra Nevada mountains, set up winter camp and ski back down the next day.
He loves skiing like a fish loves to swim.
It still isn’t. But my husband loves the fact that I worked hard to learn something I knew nothing about – just so I could spend more time with him.
Now – whenever the weather cooperates – we have a standing date when he gets home from work. We strap on our skis and head out on the trails around the property.
I wasn’t the only sister to heed mom’s advice.
My oldest sister married a high school coach and had 4 strapping sons before she saw any pink . She learned baseball inside and out.
My next sister married a guy who loves snowmobiling. I mean really loves snowmobiling. She bought a snowmobile suit and learned to cheer when the drifts started to pile up.
My youngest sister learned farming – tractors, seeds, fertilizer, planters, combines & commodity prices. She works her schedule around planting and harvest because she knows it’s something her husband loves.
And my mom – she didn’t just give us advise – she lived it. She can bait a hook, cast a line, and land the big one with the best of them. She’s had over 50 years of fishing trips with my dad.
If it’s important to him – make it important to you.