Still feeling sick to my stomach, I strapped on my skis and boarded the Solaise Express gondola with Ed. The sun was shining, the snow glittering and Val d’Isère positively fizzing with springtime energy. As we gained altitude and the mountains started to reveal themselves in their full glory, I received a message from Clare with a photograph of a slumbering Amalia and my nausea abated. By the time we had skied a couple of runs, I started to gulp down deep breaths of crisp air as the mountains peeled back layer upon layer of parental worries and mental load. Ed pointed out that this was the first time in nearly a year that the two of us were alone together and doing something other than sleeping, working or doing housework. I’m fortunate to have a husband who shows remarkable…
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