Adam's brother Jake, his girlfriend Monica and Adam's Dad Rick spent the day with us Saturday and what a wonderful day it was. The weather was lovely and suited perfectly for a day spent wandering downtown Ottawa. As always, the locks, Byward Market and downtown core did not disappoint. What was disappointing was my ability to walk long distances. I found myself needing to take frequent breaks and my pace was much slower then usual but despite that...I had a very lovely time.
Another plus of a beautiful day...an early dinner on an open upstairs patio of an Irish Pub.
Someone recently asked me if we were prepared for baby...this made me chuckle! The answer to that question is a resounding no but at 6 months pregnant, I feel like we still have a lot of time to prepare. We have the car seat, cloth diapers and a few outfits but until yesterday's purchase of a stroller...that's about it. I was 100% certain that I wanted the Quinny Moodd until we actually went and physically looked at strollers. Turns out, the Quinny is not what I wanted at all. When compared to the Baby Jogger City Versa GT, the Moodd just didn't stack up so the City Versa came home with us. I have to admit...I'm still amazed that baby gear for OUR baby is entering my home...it's thrilling and exciting! How was your weekend?
"Loss alters life. And life carries on, with all the agony that suggests."
Saturday night we lost someone very near and dear to our family to cancer. This man had a profound impact on my life and was like a second father to me. My parents had been friends with him and his family for over forty years. Many of my fondest childhood memories included him. Some of the best stories centered around him and his enduring playful sense of humor. In short...he was incredible.
It has been a few years since I had seen him. Life, as always, has been a bit hectic since welcoming Lochlan. I wish with every fiber of my being that I had made the effort to see him more. "Could have" and “should have” are immediate alternates when finding words to write about such dark moments. One learns a few more things about oneself, and it occurred to me while thinking about Winston and reflecting on another year without my Poppy. I think I’ve learned some lessons from their loss. Further, that …
Today is my parents 47th wedding anniversary. That’s right. For forty seven years they have been roommates, confidants, companions, shopping buddies, travel partners, support-systems, and teammates. In short, they are the best kind of best friends.
They raised five children, watched eight grandchildren grow from infants to self-sufficient young adults and one awesome little toddler, and they love to visit with and hear stories about their grandchildren. They are the centerpiece of every family gathering. All of the joy and generosity they put into loving all of us has multiplied exponentially, trickling down to our youngest family member, who often says:
“We FaceTime Nanny and Poppy now!”
As a unit, they have an awesome power. I don’t think I know anyone who doesn’t smile at the sound of their names or who doesn’t think they are just the greatest. They are a fixture of most of my happiest memories, and they are often the source of some of the funniest stories I have to tell. They are aff…