Tell me of your adventures; let me live them too. Tell me when you arrive at school so I can breathe the well-missed Rocky Mountain air and embrace old friends and new. Tell me about your first trip, of limits overcome, of fears conquered, so I can rejoice in victory with you. Describe to me the aspen leaves turned yellow, glowing, so I can marvel at their hue. Tell me about the farmer’s market so I can taste fresh apples, sweet carrots and hear the talk of harvest begin anew. Tell me about Thanksgiving— family reunited, redefined, so I can hear the laughter too. Tell me about climbing, so I can feel my arms shake from exhaustion and finally learn to trust those shoes. Tell me about Ecuador, so I can see the road blur by under the tires of my bike and learn things I never knew. Tell me about the snow, of sledding in Leadville so I can fly and feel my lips turn blue. Tell me about your first ski day so I can shred powder and ride the lift again, reach the top, see the view. Tell me about the meals you make so I can taste my favorite foods and work on crew. Tell me about your boot hockey games so I can run and whack and cheer the way we always do. Tell me about the horses, all their funny antics and the skills you learn so I can love and hug them with you. Tell me about your projects, the amazing things you build together so I can work hard, too. Tell me about the river, so I can be wet and cold and scream at the rapids as we splash through. Tell me about Wal-Mart runs, trips to K’s, movie nights, ice climbs, soft guitar music before dinner, snowstorms in May, rides in the back of the truck, Get’em games, and everything you learn to be true. Live, love your experience, never take a moment for granted, and at the end of it all tell me how you grew. Tell me your adventures; let me live them too.