So we had this ski trip to Whistler, Canada all planned out - what we thought was going to be the last vacation for just the two of us. And then the doctor tells us that Jeanine should really try not to ski while we're there. So I went skiing all day and came back to the lodge to a knitting wife.

We were most afraid that our families would ask to see pictures before we told them that Jeanine hadn't really been able to ski, so we set up a couple fake-out pictures just in case. That's Jeanine's serious "I'm skiing" face. And her more casual grip on the poles.