I have been reading, charming, Canadian blogs recently.
Charming (!) I tell you--as I type this, my eyes dance just thinking about them. After reading one particularly dreamy post about raising children in a picturesque community, complete with leafy photos and adorable kiddos in rain gear, I closed the lappy and told Jon, "We MUST go and visit Canada soon. The pace of life is just different there. The people are more magical."
If you've ever met my mother, or my college roommate, Amanda (check out her brilliant work here), you know this to be true--these women are wonderful. And Canadian.
I think that, beyond feeding my yen for a family vacation and my appetite for finding/reading clever blogs, these writers make me long for the ability to make our simple little day-to-day experiences sound more magical and charming. Clearly, we have to visit Canada to make this happen.
The truth is, some of our simple little day-to-day experiences are pretty magical and charming. [Some are not--I'll spare you the details but one recent incident involved a silent, diaper-less child, an unplanned shower and the evacuation of innocent foam numbers and letters].
- Listening to our son "sing" about the different states of matter a-la They Might Be Giants: magical
- Having the dishwasher give up and break beyond repair: not magical
- Hand washing the Everest dish mountain on our kitchen counter: not magical
- Hand washing said dishes with Jon after the baby has gone to sleep: kind of magical
- Dreaming with Jon about life after med school: very magical
- Morning snuggles with David P: magical
- Local musical theater date night wherein Jon and I sat four rows back from male cast members who danced to Sexy and I Know It in bike shorts and tangled elastic: NOT MAGICAL. In fact, I can't remember the last time I felt so uncomfortable. It's hysterical to think back on now, but at the time it was totally assaulting.
Who am I kidding? A few minutes of observing the sheer wonder of our day-to-day experiences with this little person is plenty of inspiration and whimsy.
Wonder face: magical |
1 comment:
I grew up in Canada and have always had a fondness for it. I never understand why people make fun of Canadians. And I too long to visit Canada again someday. Particularily Banff at really ANY time of year. One day.
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