The little things

Sometimes you forget how much the little things mean.
Yesterday I watched on with imense pride as my missus nailed her first turn.
Then as she let out a loud "Woo Hoo" that caught everyones attention, she promtly fell off and got dragged up the beach.
She then jumped up, dusted her self off and headed straight back out again without even dropping the kite.
That's my girl

... ahhh, I remember the day too, wait til you see her go upwind for the first time, now that was a red letter day for me, that's when I went 'whoo hoo'!

... and just as cool is when your son does the whoo hoo as he does his first deliberate jump,,,, or self launches himself in 20 knots safely,,,, or when he self rescues or punches out when in a sticky situation!

Yep, the little things!!!!

agreed puetz. Watching my son Progress at a rapid rate is the best feeling . It almost makes up for my lack of progress.

"hey dad its 19-23 knots already- lets go" are some af the best words Ive heard in a long time....

sharing the whoo hoo is the best!!

... and one of my most memorable kites in my life wasn't the most epic but where the missus, son and I, nicely lit and blasting about, til it got too dark to see, just the three of us sailing past the sunset, fully stoked and whoo hoo'ing each other as we passed by!!