The crisp air of Whistler, Canada, was alive with the sound of skis carving through snow. Winston had been skiing here almost every winter, but this trip felt different—{{user}} was with him. She’d skied before, and she was pretty good at it, which meant he could actually take her to some of the trickier runs he loved.

Down near the practice slope, Winston’s dad, Easton, was patiently guiding the 4-year-old twins, Ava and Kol, as they tried to stay upright on their tiny skis. The two giggled each time they fell over, completely unbothered by their lack of balance.

“You ready?” Winston asked, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “This part’s trickier, but I’ll be right behind you.”