Better Than Fine Canada Day

Canada Day weekend? Oh yeah, we hung around here, didn’t do anything.

We didn’t go to a cottage or on a road trip. We didn’t go to the Pride festivities or to Rib Fest. We didn’t check out any fireworks. I didn’t catch up on the laundry or finish sorting out the playroom. I didn’t manage to write any of the things that I should have and I somehow forgot to go grocery shopping.

But, you know, it was fine.

That’s the story I’ll tell myself. But it wasn’t fine. It was so much better than fine.

We had a nice dinner at a nice restaurant and nobody cried. Then we skipped rocks in the stillness of a deserted, long-weekend city beach.

 

We lost a much-treasured Pokemon book and then we found it again.

We didn’t kill any swans with our rock skipping.

I went to the baptism of an old friend’s baby and got to catch up with some good people. I drove along an empty highway by myself with the windows down and music blaring and met my brother for a late-night coffee. Yes, now that school’s out I have instantly reverted to my extreme night owl ways and it feels fantastic. That 5am jog isn’t looking so good.

And we topped it off with an all-out Canada Day celebration with Ed’s family replete with a red-and-white luncheon, Canada Day games and a strawberry social.

Guess who’s the wife and mother of the three-legged race CHAMPIONS? That’s right, you’re looking at her. And not a word of a lie, I couldn’t be more proud.