A fun outing, complete with a tall ship cruise, in Toronto on Canada Day with our two boys.
Six years ago on July 1st, I sat on the sofa, watching the BBC Pride and Prejudice series while working on a cross stitch. The result was a 16” X 8” picture of nine plush animals seated on a wooden shelf, finally to be completed just before Christmas 2010. It’s now hanging in our son’s bedroom, above his dresser, with a special inscription from me.
I started working on the cross stitch project shortly after finding out the happy news that Pawel and I were expecting our first baby, due to make his appearance sometime around July 1st. And so, I sat on the couch, watching TV and stitching, wondering whether our boy will be a Canada Day baby, or perhaps he might favour the holiday south of the border, three days later. We both knew that he would pick a day on which we can celebrate him, refusing to share his day with any other occasion.
Back from the hospital and rocking the fancy wrist bands.
We always knew our baby was going to make his grand entrance into this world on his own terms, in his own time. Free-spirited and not one to casually follow rules, he keeps us on our toes constantly with his wonderful, complex, quirky personality. It continues to astound me how similar his character is to mine at that age. The same quiet mischievous sparkle shines just beneath the surface, and if you look long enough, you might see it in his big brown eyes.