Robert and Julia are cooking dinner - butternut squash soup and pasta that make the whole condo smell like garlic and bacon grease (which they're using for the pasta sauce). Steph and I just hit up the hot tub, followed by a lovely shower, and now beer and music. Later we'll have ice cream and cherry pie, and we'll tell ourselves to work it off tomorrow.
Steph as usual pulls my head out of the clouds with her level-headed advice. Her own life inspires me to work harder and be better. Somehow she supports my biggest dreams while making sure I don't lose sight of what is attainable. As for Robert and Julia, well, this is our fourth weeklong ski trip together. Next year there will be the new baby, and so I selfishly bask in having Julia and Robert "all to myself" for these precious eight days. I miss dancing, but I push the sensation aside and focus on just being here, enjoying this precious time. There's plenty of time to get back to New York, to practice, to be home again. For now, we are here together, and in this charmed, blessed life, that is the only thing that matters.