On with the old. In with the new.


Here’s where it all began. Where Mark and I met for our very first date.

That history-making, mega-foamy latté.

I snuck in the back door. De-toqueing and de-snowing myself, unseen.
Mark faced away. Tall, wiry, and newly goateed.

There was a table here, then. Several tables. It was Vittoria Trattoria and I’d been lining up regularly for breakfast, coffee and pesto pasta since long before the tables had arrived.
Collecting memories of the twenty-something me.

In the fifteen and a half years since that first date, we’ve enjoyed breakfasts, desserts, lattés — and then burgers, bruschettas and goblets of wine — here. I’ve tipped baby Bayla upside down to dislodge solids. We’ve celebrated report cards with Luba. We’ve been silly with friends.

It’s where we rang in Mark’s forties.

Today it sits empty. Awaiting rebirth.

And we’re watching. Just like that twenty-something me, peeking past the papered windows, exactly twenty years ago. Hoping its rebuilt self is friendly, affordable and fabulous.

We’ve got lots more great memories to make. We’d love to make some here.

A Top Notch Tenning

The weekend Lucy turned ten, I found that lump. Fully dressed, amidst Lucy’s festivities, some tingling vibration drew my fingers. And there it was.

With a puff of cold steam, a new world was born.

Today, Bayla turned ten. Twenty-two months later.

Today was a good day.

Lucy and Bayla spent most of it on their own together, being tweens: browsing their favourite shops, doing each others’ nails, exploring Bayla’s new DSI, painting pottery, strolling down to DQ to split a Blizzard.

And we ended the day with the end of Harry P. In 3D.

Today I did a lot of thinking back ten years. And back two years. And looking ahead.

Looking forward to many happy years of great memories behind and ahead for us all.

And feeling very, very grateful.

Happy Birthday, My Baby


Ten years ago today, our beautiful Bayla was born.

Thank you, Bayla, for sharing your sunny bubbles, your spunk, your music, your cuddles, your wit, your perspective, your art, your ideas, your passion, your love. And thank you for your bullheaded determination.

I love you, my baby sweet.

Wishing you many, many, many more years of happiness and good health.

Love always,
Mom
xoxoxoxox

Familiar Rings

Our wedding ring revamp began with a visit to Zeal Metal in May, 2009. We’d chop up and combine our three wedding rings into a fresh, funky set of two.

Disorganization delayed the decision until October 2009.

The weekend before my diagnosis, we decided: If the news was good, we’d go ahead with the revamp. Otherwise, we’d shelve it.

Following my diagnosis, October 2009, we came up with a third option. If treatment went well, we’d revamp our three rings into a set of four. For Lucy, Bayla, Mark and myself. To commemorate. To celebrate.

More than two years later, the project is still in progress. Here are some visuals from along the way…

June 17, 2009

Initial Design.

The diamond is part of the plan.

March 19, 2011

Ready for remake.

Sans diamond (my teeny diamond disappeared on December 8, 2010).

March 31, 2011

Spinner ring stamping options.

Lucy chose North-South-East-West. Mark chose tilted. Bayla and I chose spiralling.

May 16, 2011

In progress.


June 10, 2011

All four rings are done!

And beautiful!

July 2, 2011

Back where they belong.

Huge thanks to Nicole Horlor of Zeal Metal.

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Our Big Little Girls

When this journey began, our girls were barely 8 and 10. In the two years since then, they’ve been through a lot.

They’ve endured peaks of fear, responsibility and uncertainty. Their own and ours.
They’ve been misunderstood and alienated by their peers.
They’ve pushed the limits of already maxed-out and readjusting parents. And endured the resulting wrath.
They’ve even hidden big worries and needs.

Last summer they refused to be separated from us. Even day camp was out of the question.

Yesterday, they bolted from the car to 5 days of sleepover camp. Without a hug, goodbye or backward glance.

They are happy and healthy and they’ve become confident that we are too.

We love you and miss you, Lucy and Bayla. Have a safe, healthy, happy, fabulous week at camp!!

Looking forward to reuniting with you on Friday.

Ease

I don’t dream of flying, fulfillment or fame.

Even my life-long boat, plane and elevator disaster dreams are almost always preempted, these last few years, by the horrid-family-problem theme.

But last night I had an absolutely, extremely, wonderfully atypical dream.

I dreamed the path I was walking was littered with bills. So many bills, here and there, that I began to leave most of them, stooping only to snag the curled and crumpled red fifties.

I didn’t feel greedy. Or guilty. Or even thrilled.

I felt lucky.
Tickled.

And I awoke feeling good.

It was so out of character, I just had to ask google:

A dream of finding money suggests that the dreamer is becoming aware of their intrinsic value to themselves and others, from a spiritual, rather than a material perspective. It can also indicate a recent success or imminent achievement in their waking life in which their self worth is visibly manifested. Often this dream indicates that the dreamer possesses special artistic or creative abilities that they are in the process of becoming aware of…

Dream Message
You are worth more than you think you are, and should not feel reticent about taking the chance to prove your value to yourself and others. As you become more aware of your own self worth, you will become more confident at exploring opportunities in your waking life that are to your advantage.

(Ian Wallace, Finding Money)

I’m glad I checked.

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Getting Lucky

Andrée suggested I post my thoughts on how to have a happy marriage. So here they are:

Be lucky.

Not much of a post, though, so I’ll add:

Find the right person.
Be the right person.
Work together.
Work apart.
Play together.
Play apart.
Create.
And be lucky.

Thank you, Mark, for being the right person.
For finding me.
For our silly and serious projects together.
For the freedom and interest that keeps us working and playing with fabulous friends.
For all we create. And will create.
For our beautiful life.

I love you.

(Happy Valentines Day.)

Lucky Us

Twelve years ago last September, Mark and I chose to start a family.

Twelve years ago tomorrow, we chose to announce that decision.

By gathering 10 friends each, meeting in our favourite restaurant, exchanging wedding vows.

And introducing soon-to-be Lucy.

Today, Lucy and Bayla commemorated that day — and all the smiles and struggles since then — with a day of pampering.

They planned a menu. Ran grocery excursions. Cooked, baked, served and cleaned up afterwards. Leaving us free all day to do as we pleased.

The meal was delicious. The atmosphere, enchanting.

Lucky, lucky us.