We go see a movie and afterwards Andrew calls his parents to tell them how it was. Andrew coaches a junior rugby team every Sunday and that afternoon his parents call him to ask how it went. We play on our co-ed flag football team on Tuesday nights and later that night Andrew is on the phone telling them play-by-play how our game went.
Andrew talks to his parents just about everyday. I, on other hand, talk to my parents about once a week. Sometimes once every two weeks if we forget. It doesn’t mean I love my parents any less. We just don’t feel the need to talk to each other all the time.
Andrew insists that’s not normal. Continue reading
Photo courtesy of A Cup Of Jo. Photograph by Rebecca Zeller.
One of my favorite blogs, A Cup Of Jo, has this amazing blog series right now called Motherhood Around The World and I am absolutely addicted to it. No, I am not pregnant… nor am Andrew and I planning on growing our family anytime soon. But I am drawn to it because it resembles how Andrew and I grew up in many ways.
Whenever we hang out with my in-laws, the Smith’s (yes that’s their real last name), it’s a series of non-stop family games and activities… We went to Blue Haven Farm to pick blue berries, we enjoyed some hiking, tubed down the Comox River during the day (twice!) and then enjoyed a beach bbq with family at Goose Spit. Continue reading
The older I get, the tougher it is living so far away from family. When I was younger I couldn’t wait to be as far away from home as possible– not because I hate my family, but because I craved independence and a little adventure. But now I realize dependency isn’t such a bad thing, especially when you have people in your life who want to be near you to help you only because they love you. Continue reading