Summer Days — TBT

These lazy days of summer are flying by in a blur of sunny afternoon skies and long warm evenings sipping sangria on the patio. As I sit sipping my cold, fruity wine, I listen to the sounds of the neighbourhood — children laughing, adults chatting and families eating dinner outside, steaks and hotdogs sizzling on barbeques.

This cacophony of summer sent me into a reverie of seasons past and my thoughts drifted to days when my daughters were still at home. The fun days at the beach — with a picnic lunch and and drippy ice-cream cones melting in the sun. I remember days that turned to night as we sat on the sand and waited for the sun to set so we could ooh and ahh at stunning firework displays.

TBT to the Summer of 2010

I miss those days for sure — but I am also enjoying these times that are spent with alone with my husband. Blues and jazz playing on the stereo, quiet talks about books, life and watching movies on Netflix. Life is quieter now, slower, simpler — until the girls burst in the door for pizza night!!



Number 347 Out of 1384 — TBT

Blog Post #194

I love to look through old photographs — we have lots of albums filled with pictures of our daughters when they were little, snaps of when we were young — images of many family events — holidays, birthdays and weddings. It is funny and sweet to take a little walk down memory lane and think about the past and wonder at how much we have all changed.

In this digital age, we don’t have photographs tucked into albums, stacked up in the cupboards like we used to. Instead, we have them on our SD disks and posted on our social media, or just saved on our phones, tablets and laptops.

Today, I was looking for a particular photo — I had a memory of a day spent at one of our favourite family haunts — Fort Langley. It wasn’t in a photo album, I remembered taking the picture with my trusty point and shoot digital camera, which meant it wasn’t a “hard copy.” So I searched through all the folders on our desktop, the laptop and then turned to the camera itself. I finally located the image on the memory disk — number 347 out of 1384! It shows my daughters walking on the railway tracks of Fort Langley’s historical CN Station.


This photograph brings to my mind, a sweet memory of a lovely afternoon spent wandering the streets and shops of the quaint historical village of Fort Langley. It was a gorgeous afternoon and we had strolled along the main street, shopping, antique hunting and enjoying each other’s company. We stopped at the train station — something we hadn’t done before — peered in the windows of the station building, hopped on a train and took pictures and generally goofed around. Later, as we strolled along, the girls sauntered on ahead of us, engrossed in a sisterly conversation, as Bruce and I ambled behind them. I remember how touched I felt by their camaraderie — I’m happy that they have a close relationship. I felt wistful, too, as I had longed for a sister when I was younger.

As I gazed fondly at the image, I realized that photographs are the physical documentations of the moments in our lives — moments that encase our memories of events, big and small throughout the years. This made me think and if you know me at all, you know that means I will be embarking upon my next big project. That’s right — I will be sifting through all our digital images and choosing the best ones to print and put into photo albums as tangible records of our family history. Expect results in a year or two!!



Shirley and Leona

I just found out that I have two sisters!

When I was younger, I always dreamed of having a sister. I admired my friends’ relationships with their sisters, especially those with a close bond that some (most?) sisters have. I longed for a connection that was both friend and blood. I look at my two daughters and see the deep attachment and love that they have between them. They know each other better than any friend could, they share everything with each other — even more than they share with me. They are sisters and they are best friends.

The story is a familiar one — a story of love, loss, sadness, broken hearts and broken families. My brother, Ken, after countless hours of research, discovered the whereabouts of our biological father and bravely took a trip to Albuquerque, New Mexico to meet him. While there, Ken was contacted by our sisters, Shirley and Leona, who unbeknownst to us, had been looking for us for many years.

It is a little strange to think of myself, now, as having and being a sister. I feel a twinge of sadness that Shirley, Leona and I did not have the chance to grow up together, know each other, or share sisterly secrets, but I am overwhelmed with happiness to know that they are as excited to welcome me into their lives as I am to welcome them into mine. I am thrilled to have my dream come true and to embark upon this journey to get acquainted with my sisters!

One would think that it would be difficult, or awkward to connect with two strangers, but to me, it seems as if it will be an easy transition. Shirley and Leona have made it feel so simple and comfortable — they both exude kindness and acceptance. My heart was filled with joy and tears flowed down my face, when at the end of her first letter, Shirley wrote: “Love you, Cathy! I have carried you in my heart.”

Welcome to my heart, Shirley and Leona!