My hubby and I have never been big party people. Years ago we discovered that the ski resorts are not busy on New Year's Eve, so we've made it a yearly tradition to hit the slopes instead.
Every year since college we've headed up in the late afternoon, just as most skiers are leaving for the day. There's something magical about an almost empty ski run, with fresh snow sparkling in the lights.
Nowhere else reminds me quite as much how my boys have grown. When we first taught them to ski, they were just little guys snowplowing down the bunny hill. Now I couldn't keep up with them if my life depended on it - and trust me, I don't even try. There's no time for mama to have a broken leg.
However, this will be the first time in over 25 years that we won't be skiing on New Year's Eve. C has plans with friends, my parents are still visiting, and there hasn't been a good snowfall in the mountains yet.
Instead we'll probably head to my sister's house for food, games, and the countdown to 2015. It will be lots of fun, and certainly warmer, but I'm going to miss those magical slopes.
What are you doing for New Year's Eve?