I have always loved the quiet splendor of the backcountry on a snowy day. This day in particular seemed especially quiet, almost like we were being given a gift. I would understand this gift a few days later as I watched the team of medics load my husband into a helicopter and lift off as they raced to save his life. I was brought back to this still, quiet moment as I sat in the hospital after they stopped the bleeding and worked to determine the cause. Grateful for all the days in the backcountry holding his hand in the quiet snow and now holding his hand in our new reality. On the day this photo was taken I watched my husband pick the lines he was determined to ski that season. It was his athleticism and determination that I admired and experienced on that day that would carry him through the cancer diagnosis that followed. He knows the secret to living and not merely existing and I am proud to be a part of his journey. There are no “somedays” there is only today.
