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The snow is almost gone.
Hallelujah.
for reals, yo.
I know it's brown and gross outside. And I hate seeing all of the garbage that has accumulated during winter (damn you saskatchewanians!! (it's a real word. i looked it up on the internet)) but it's a sure sign of warmer days. and that leads to summer...
 It boggles my mind that in the span of a year, the weather can be at an eighty degree difference. Celsius.
warmth. I can almost feel it. but not quite. Maybe next week when Brad and I go to Vegas we'll be reminded of what the sun can do. we may, however,  blind some people due to our reflective glow.
It's our first trip together outside of Canada. in NINE years. you read that right. NINE YEARS!! that makes me feel old.
I'm feeling random today but I also am feeling bloggy. (not a word. I didn't even have to look that one up)

I'll put pictures up later.

I want to take more pictures of people and their lovely families but I don't really feel like promoting myself. this, my friends, is a bit of a problem-o. if anyone has any solutions... please let me know. or you could just hire me.

i love lamp.


okay fine... here's one... more later

magical

This lovely little girl is a princess. Through and through. She changed into at least three princess dresses and each of them got the twirl test. She is beautiful and enchanting. The perfect mix of princess. And at the end of the day, she bestowed upon to me, my very own snow white sticker. If that doesn't say princess I don't know what does.

mister e.

winter blah(s)

I'm not good at blogging. I'm not good at letting people know what's going on in my life. The whole 7 of you who read this regularly, I'm talking to you.

December 10th, 2010 was my worst day so far. Brad's Dad and his brother were in a highway car accident on the way to Southey, SK in the morning. They had a head on collision when the other driver hit some black ice and lost control for a second and went into their lane. Garret survived with 2nd degree chemical burns on his face but Dad didn't make it. He was 57 years old.

Less than 12 hours before he was playing mermaid barbies with my girls. 

the details are unimaginable. 

Life changes fast.

Life changes in the instant.

You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.

joan didion -  the year of magical thinking

Terry was the dad i could call when my car wouldn't start or when the basement flooded. He helped us renovate 95% of our house. I didn't get to do that with my dad 'cause I moved two provinces away at 18. Terry was the grandpa who would drop everything to come take care of the girls. My dad always said he hated being so far away but he was glad that my girls had a grandpa like Terry to be around them all the time. 

I know where he is... or rather who he's with. and because of that i have GREAT hope.  But I can't escape this feeling of great loss. This empty feeling. I walk into church and i can't get used to not seeing him come give me a kiss and steal one of his granddaughters to show off to someone. I can't get used to the gone-ness. It's like a hole. a big, gaping hole. where there once was but now is not. 

i know there is this thing called the other side... we're just figuring how to get through to it.

what i wish for the new year: twice as many bouts of laughter as drops of tears.

love never fails.

♥