8 year old wisdom

Yesterday was so warm it smelled like sunshine.
I decided to take my grade 3's out of the dungeon of learning for a few moments of fresh air. Jaidyn, my little day dreamer, looks up to the sky with arms wide, eyes closed, twirling and exclaims, "Ahhh! It's so good to be alive."
I agree.
Even when you have parent-teacher interviews.
Even when you need to mark papers.
Even when you hear rumours about an upcoming blizzard.
Even though the sh*t is hitting the fan in Zimbabwe.
There's still that moment when the sun kisses your cheek for the first time in spring, and it just feels so good to be alive.

Hello Lamp post, Whatcha knowin'

I've officially become a fair weather blogger. I must admit, I haven't missed blogging. It feels strange again... maybe because my life lacks the romantic confusion that spawns musing and philosophizing. As it is, my life is grand. I finally made it to Europe with ma mere. We had the most wonderful time doing all the things one is supposed to do when abroad. The clincher is that I got to come home and discover my life was even better than I originally thought. I love my girls and my friends and my job. It's pretty surreal to enjoy life as much as I do. Even bread pudding tasted better today than I ever thought possible. Which leads to my one problem, buttoning my jeans.

I guess that's what happens with wheels of Parisian cheese and buckets of sweet, sweet wine.

It's pretty nice to be alive.

Even when your pants don't fit.

So, cheers. To enjoying every good and perfect gift.