As time goes by, I wonder what makes up a good day and what makes up a bad one. During this process I am confronted with both, and at times can feel overwhelmed with the moment. I know in my heart that it is completely natural but I can't help but wonder if anyone else in the world has felt like me. Sadly, I know the answer is yes but it doesn't soften the longing I feel for a life I once had.
It is difficult to imagine that this could have happened to my happy little family. Who knew that a persistent sore throat and a few fevers would bring me here to today. I have trouble believing all that has happened over the last 17 months. It is a story that one reads about, I never thought I would be writing about it.
When I look back at the horrible circumstances that have been dealt to me I feel differently about it at different times. Depends on the day, but there is an overall feeling of disbelief still. I hope for a time that things will feel normal again but it seems a long way off. As the days trickle by, I hope that my appreciation for the fragility of life will outweigh my disappointment in what could have been.
There is the odd day that my disbelief takes a back seat and I feel fortunate or even lucky to have made connections with a few special people. I would venture that if all of this had never happened I would still be close to these special friends, but their unconditional love and support for me reminds me how lucky I am. As I get older, I have come to realize that it is rare to come across more than one or two people like this in a life time. The kinds of friends who are there for you and more. People who reach out when no one else knows what to do. When I catch myself appreciating these extraordinary people, I can feel in my heart that one day I will be okay. I consider myself lucky to be able to think of a half dozen people right now in my day to day life that fall into this category. For that, I am truly thankful.
For now, for tonight, I will ride this wave of appreciation I feel for my friends. It can be as simple as a long meaningful chat on the phone, but it is friends like you that remind me that sometimes it's easier to be grateful than sad.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Brighter Stars and Crisper Days Ahead
It's a beautiful sunny crisp day in Kanata. You can feel autumn nipping at the heels of summer waiting for it's chance. As I sit here with a hoodie and shorts on at my desk, I am surprisingly aware of the change in season. I have often read that those who are grieving are more in tune to what's happening in nature. Just last night as I was closing my windows I noticed the stars and how bright they seemed. The air seems crisper and the clouds more fluffy today. I guess the books are right.
Being back in Ontario has been full of mixed emotions for me. Through out the summer, I have been relieved to have the cottage to go and spend time at. The kids have had a wonderful time but as summer draws to a close I am reminded of all the milestones that lie ahead. All summer long the kids have grown and matured in ways that I still can't believe. Noah speaks in full sentences now. He sits at the table without a booster seat and is almost potty trained. Audrey learned to swim with her life jacket and swims right out to the raft. To some, these little things are just part of growing up. But to me, they are bittersweet to witness. As Audrey is yelling "Look at me Mummy, I'm swimming!!!" I want in my heart to be as excited as her, but I can't chase away the thought of Mark missing it all.
Mark was such an involved Dad. While other moms were going to baby group and on their own, Audrey and I were lucky enough to have Mark with us. Working at The Keg made for some long nights but having Mark around in the mornings was great. We all had breakfast together, went to play group together and he was there for Audrey and Noah's first steps and other baby milestones. I always thought it was so neat that I got to hang out with my hubby in the day.
Now with Fall just around the corner we're coming up to Audrey's first day of school. This will be the first of many big milestones that the kids and I will do on our own. I remember when Mark relapsed he told me there were two things he wanted to experience; Audrey starting kindergarten and Noah talking. All Mark wanted was to hear our son say "I love you." I can't imagine how he must have felt knowing that these simple pleasures were being taken from him by his disease. Noah did start to talk right before Mark got really sick so it gives me some comfort that he got to really communicate with Noah. Not just repeating back as toddlers do.
Another event that is fast approaching is the Light the Night Walk that Mark and I participated in last year. It was such an amazing day. Early that morning Mark was suffering from severe bone pain due to the leukemia and couldn't even get out of bed. I raced around town looking for a wheelchair for him because he wanted to walk the 5kms with us. Only hours later, he recovered from the pain and actually walked the whole 5kms on foot. I was always amazed at Mark's ability to overcome the obstacles that leukemia threw his way. This year I am fundraising in his memory. It will be difficult to do without him, but I know how strongly he felt about making a difference. If you'd like to help, come visit my Light the Night page and make a donation or join the team and come and walk. It was a life changing night for me last year and I would love to share it with you.
To donate:
http://www.active.com/donate/ltnvan/2103_lallanLTN
To join Team Mark Allan and walk or fund raise yourself: http://teams.lightthenight.org/TeamMarkAllan
Being back in Ontario has been full of mixed emotions for me. Through out the summer, I have been relieved to have the cottage to go and spend time at. The kids have had a wonderful time but as summer draws to a close I am reminded of all the milestones that lie ahead. All summer long the kids have grown and matured in ways that I still can't believe. Noah speaks in full sentences now. He sits at the table without a booster seat and is almost potty trained. Audrey learned to swim with her life jacket and swims right out to the raft. To some, these little things are just part of growing up. But to me, they are bittersweet to witness. As Audrey is yelling "Look at me Mummy, I'm swimming!!!" I want in my heart to be as excited as her, but I can't chase away the thought of Mark missing it all.
Mark was such an involved Dad. While other moms were going to baby group and on their own, Audrey and I were lucky enough to have Mark with us. Working at The Keg made for some long nights but having Mark around in the mornings was great. We all had breakfast together, went to play group together and he was there for Audrey and Noah's first steps and other baby milestones. I always thought it was so neat that I got to hang out with my hubby in the day.
Now with Fall just around the corner we're coming up to Audrey's first day of school. This will be the first of many big milestones that the kids and I will do on our own. I remember when Mark relapsed he told me there were two things he wanted to experience; Audrey starting kindergarten and Noah talking. All Mark wanted was to hear our son say "I love you." I can't imagine how he must have felt knowing that these simple pleasures were being taken from him by his disease. Noah did start to talk right before Mark got really sick so it gives me some comfort that he got to really communicate with Noah. Not just repeating back as toddlers do.
Another event that is fast approaching is the Light the Night Walk that Mark and I participated in last year. It was such an amazing day. Early that morning Mark was suffering from severe bone pain due to the leukemia and couldn't even get out of bed. I raced around town looking for a wheelchair for him because he wanted to walk the 5kms with us. Only hours later, he recovered from the pain and actually walked the whole 5kms on foot. I was always amazed at Mark's ability to overcome the obstacles that leukemia threw his way. This year I am fundraising in his memory. It will be difficult to do without him, but I know how strongly he felt about making a difference. If you'd like to help, come visit my Light the Night page and make a donation or join the team and come and walk. It was a life changing night for me last year and I would love to share it with you.
To donate:
http://www.active.com/donate/ltnvan/2103_lallanLTN
To join Team Mark Allan and walk or fund raise yourself: http://teams.lightthenight.org/TeamMarkAllan
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Choices
The last trip I ever took with Mark was August long weekend last year. We were celebrating his recovery and getting in a quick trip before we both had to go back to work. My parents had flown in to help us with the kids, as they had so many times that year and we decided at the last minute to go to Whistler. In all the years we had lived out west, we had never taken the time to go to one of the most beautiful places in Canada. We were both so excited to finally have some time alone together. I remember us both being pretty giddy and excited as we drove off for our first weekend away from the kids. We were the ones who felt like kids that day. I remember so many details of that weekend. It doesn't feel like it was a year ago.
We stayed at the Pan-Pacific and loved it. The rooms were luxurious, the people were friendly and we got hooked on the AVEDA bath products they supplied in the rooms. I washed my hair this morning with the same rosemary-mint shampoo I used that weekend. Both Mark and I loved the smell so I bought it for us to use at home. A small fortune for shampoo and conditioner but it's amazing how great memories can be triggered by such a simple thing.
Mark and I did the touristy things you do when you go to Whistler. Shop, eat in restaurants, drink beer in the middle of the day. The whole weekend seemed to fall together effortlessly. I had planned to go for a massage at the Pan and then the girl at our hotel gave me a local tip on a great inexpensive place to go. She saved me over 100$. Then, the girl who gave me the massage also just happened to work on the mountain and gave me two day passes for the gondola. It felt like people were being extra nice to us. Complete strangers who knew nothing about us. There were other things too. Someone told us about some "secret" parking in the village and saved us 25$ a day, and Mark got a tee time at a golf course where people book weeks in advance. I remember Mark saying that it felt too good to be true that night while we had drinks at a local cafe. Looking back now, it was the calm before the storm.
It's funny how you can remember such small details about a time or a place you have been. It's like your mind was already programmed to remember it as one of your "lasts". I never thought that would be my last trip with the love of my life. I really thought, we both thought, we were just getting started. Noah and Audrey were at an age then that we felt comfortable leaving them and I just really thought it was the beginning.
I looked back at the blog I posted that weekend and it was titled "More than Surviving". The optimism I had when I wrote that post was a dangerous one to carry. Mark's future was really uncertain even though he was in remission. The survival rate of AML is less than 50%, but we both chose to accept the odds and hope for the best. I have come to believe that the choices we make as we get thrown all these obstacles is what determines our future. Some people crumble, some people wallow and some stumble and fall but then they get up. If I had never had a reprieve from cancer and never got a weekend away with Mark, I might be one of those who doesn't want to get up. But I know in my heart that I need to. For me, our August long weekend trip represents a time of happiness and freedom that we so desperately needed. So with this great memory to look back on, I will try my hardest to do what Mark so graciously did. Choose to LiveStrong.
We stayed at the Pan-Pacific and loved it. The rooms were luxurious, the people were friendly and we got hooked on the AVEDA bath products they supplied in the rooms. I washed my hair this morning with the same rosemary-mint shampoo I used that weekend. Both Mark and I loved the smell so I bought it for us to use at home. A small fortune for shampoo and conditioner but it's amazing how great memories can be triggered by such a simple thing.
Mark and I did the touristy things you do when you go to Whistler. Shop, eat in restaurants, drink beer in the middle of the day. The whole weekend seemed to fall together effortlessly. I had planned to go for a massage at the Pan and then the girl at our hotel gave me a local tip on a great inexpensive place to go. She saved me over 100$. Then, the girl who gave me the massage also just happened to work on the mountain and gave me two day passes for the gondola. It felt like people were being extra nice to us. Complete strangers who knew nothing about us. There were other things too. Someone told us about some "secret" parking in the village and saved us 25$ a day, and Mark got a tee time at a golf course where people book weeks in advance. I remember Mark saying that it felt too good to be true that night while we had drinks at a local cafe. Looking back now, it was the calm before the storm.
It's funny how you can remember such small details about a time or a place you have been. It's like your mind was already programmed to remember it as one of your "lasts". I never thought that would be my last trip with the love of my life. I really thought, we both thought, we were just getting started. Noah and Audrey were at an age then that we felt comfortable leaving them and I just really thought it was the beginning.
I looked back at the blog I posted that weekend and it was titled "More than Surviving". The optimism I had when I wrote that post was a dangerous one to carry. Mark's future was really uncertain even though he was in remission. The survival rate of AML is less than 50%, but we both chose to accept the odds and hope for the best. I have come to believe that the choices we make as we get thrown all these obstacles is what determines our future. Some people crumble, some people wallow and some stumble and fall but then they get up. If I had never had a reprieve from cancer and never got a weekend away with Mark, I might be one of those who doesn't want to get up. But I know in my heart that I need to. For me, our August long weekend trip represents a time of happiness and freedom that we so desperately needed. So with this great memory to look back on, I will try my hardest to do what Mark so graciously did. Choose to LiveStrong.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
2947 Clicks
I looked down at the odometer today while driving up to my cottage and was surprised to see how far I have gone. The kids were snoozing in the back and I always catch myself reflecting on my situation when I get a quiet moment. It sort of sneaks up on me when I don't mean for it to, usually a song or something will do it. Almost anything that comes on the radio has significance seeing that I spent the last year of Mark's life commuting to downtown Vancouver with him. It's difficult to pin a memory on every song or every place you go. Difficult to do it, but at the same time - impossible not to.
As I was driving, I thought of where I was sitting, where I was living and what I was actually doing today. Everything at that moment, was a result of losing Mark. I wouldn't have been driving in a new car, coming from my house in Kanata and going up to the cottage for the day. All of these things seemed sad because the only reason I'm doing them is because Mark is gone.
The temptation to live in the past and long for what should have been is terribly difficult to resist. Most people my age are having a second or third baby and thinking about where they might go for their 7th wedding anniversary. I on the other hand, am going to a cemetery tomorrow to choose a spot for my husband's ashes...it just doesn't seem right.
Close to the end of Mark's illness we often spoke of what I was supposed to do, where was I to live? Should I sell our house? It all seemed so surreal talking about it, so distant, but now I am living the life that he encouraged me to plan for. If it hadn't been for Mark's strength and courage to face his disease we would never had had the conversations we did. It breaks my heart to remember the times we talked about my future without him, we always cried, but now I feel lucky that we were given the chance to.
I miss my life in BC and the house we had our babies in. Our neighbourhood, our friends and favourite places. I miss my life with Mark and our kids as a family, but when I looked at the number of kilometres I had put on my car today I thought to myself "Wow, who knew I could do this?" I never thought I'd make it this far.
As hard as this is, I try to remind myself it could be worse. It can always be worse. So, as I put the miles on my new vehicle, I will try to look at them as steps forward. These are the steps into my future that Mark wanted me to make so I could build a happy life for our children, one kilometre at a time.
As I was driving, I thought of where I was sitting, where I was living and what I was actually doing today. Everything at that moment, was a result of losing Mark. I wouldn't have been driving in a new car, coming from my house in Kanata and going up to the cottage for the day. All of these things seemed sad because the only reason I'm doing them is because Mark is gone.
The temptation to live in the past and long for what should have been is terribly difficult to resist. Most people my age are having a second or third baby and thinking about where they might go for their 7th wedding anniversary. I on the other hand, am going to a cemetery tomorrow to choose a spot for my husband's ashes...it just doesn't seem right.
Close to the end of Mark's illness we often spoke of what I was supposed to do, where was I to live? Should I sell our house? It all seemed so surreal talking about it, so distant, but now I am living the life that he encouraged me to plan for. If it hadn't been for Mark's strength and courage to face his disease we would never had had the conversations we did. It breaks my heart to remember the times we talked about my future without him, we always cried, but now I feel lucky that we were given the chance to.
I miss my life in BC and the house we had our babies in. Our neighbourhood, our friends and favourite places. I miss my life with Mark and our kids as a family, but when I looked at the number of kilometres I had put on my car today I thought to myself "Wow, who knew I could do this?" I never thought I'd make it this far.
As hard as this is, I try to remind myself it could be worse. It can always be worse. So, as I put the miles on my new vehicle, I will try to look at them as steps forward. These are the steps into my future that Mark wanted me to make so I could build a happy life for our children, one kilometre at a time.
Friday, July 13, 2007
My night light
Tomorrow (July 14th) would have been Mark's 36th birthday. Having spent the last two weeks up at the cottage I have had a lot of time to reflect on what an amazing person he was and how much the kids and I miss him.
Five months have come and gone and it feels, (at times) that he was just here yesterday cooing at Noah as a baby and kissing Audrey's cheeks. I haven't sat to look at any home video yet because my memories of those days feel just as sharp and clear as the days we made them. Just the thought of how Mark smiled with pure joy while hugging and kissing the kids erases the last few months of hardships we endured together. I am finding it easier to remember the happy times now instead of the long days at the hospital. I am relieved that they are being replaced by things only an innocent 4 year old could remember.
Audrey has been like a glowing night light for me when things feel overwhelming. She often has jags of crying and sadness, and the frustration of not being able to get a zipper done up is enough to set her off. But, it forces the three of us to sit and pause at least once ever day or two and remember something special about Daddy. I think Noah is just playing along but soon enough he'll understand our game and it will be just one of the ways he remembers his Dad.
Whenever someone is sad in our house we give each other a hug and try to "Have a memory of Daddy" as I would say to Audrey. It's turned into a really great way to remember why we miss him so much and all the great things we love about him still. I want the kids to feel like they can talk about Mark as much as they want. It seems like almost everyone is a little worried they may say the wrong thing in front of us but there's nothing like the honesty of a child to break the ice.
Audrey sometimes surprises me with her memories. She talks about little daily things they did together more often than big events or places we all went to together. A favourite one of her memories she recalls often is "Watching Daddy's puzzle show on our bed. " In her whole life, she remembers the feeling of cuddling up to Mark while they watched Wheel of Fortune together.
Audrey's willingness to share these things with anyone in the room makes me proud to think that Mark and I have raised such a thoughtful, innocent little human being. It brings a smile to my face (through tears of course) to marvel at how Audrey is able to live in the moment. She may be sad when she crumbles in a pile trying to get a hoodie done up - but conger up a great "Daddy memory" and her smile beams across her whole face... just like her Dad's used to.
Five months have come and gone and it feels, (at times) that he was just here yesterday cooing at Noah as a baby and kissing Audrey's cheeks. I haven't sat to look at any home video yet because my memories of those days feel just as sharp and clear as the days we made them. Just the thought of how Mark smiled with pure joy while hugging and kissing the kids erases the last few months of hardships we endured together. I am finding it easier to remember the happy times now instead of the long days at the hospital. I am relieved that they are being replaced by things only an innocent 4 year old could remember.
Audrey has been like a glowing night light for me when things feel overwhelming. She often has jags of crying and sadness, and the frustration of not being able to get a zipper done up is enough to set her off. But, it forces the three of us to sit and pause at least once ever day or two and remember something special about Daddy. I think Noah is just playing along but soon enough he'll understand our game and it will be just one of the ways he remembers his Dad.
Whenever someone is sad in our house we give each other a hug and try to "Have a memory of Daddy" as I would say to Audrey. It's turned into a really great way to remember why we miss him so much and all the great things we love about him still. I want the kids to feel like they can talk about Mark as much as they want. It seems like almost everyone is a little worried they may say the wrong thing in front of us but there's nothing like the honesty of a child to break the ice.
Audrey sometimes surprises me with her memories. She talks about little daily things they did together more often than big events or places we all went to together. A favourite one of her memories she recalls often is "Watching Daddy's puzzle show on our bed. " In her whole life, she remembers the feeling of cuddling up to Mark while they watched Wheel of Fortune together.
Audrey's willingness to share these things with anyone in the room makes me proud to think that Mark and I have raised such a thoughtful, innocent little human being. It brings a smile to my face (through tears of course) to marvel at how Audrey is able to live in the moment. She may be sad when she crumbles in a pile trying to get a hoodie done up - but conger up a great "Daddy memory" and her smile beams across her whole face... just like her Dad's used to.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
We made it...
The evening air is starting to cool down and the heat of the day is finally slinking out the window. I instantly remembered the hot days from my childhood as I piled into the car with the kids this afternoon and it felt as though we were in a sauna...it was nothing like Spa Utopia.
Time is funny. It feels like years since I've been here but so many things are still just the same. The familiarity of my parent's place, the Queensway, downtown. It's just like I left it 9 years ago. The two obvious differences are that a) I have kids now and b) Mark is no longer at my side. These are the things that make it feel completely different. Over the years, Mark and I had come back for occasional visits in the summertime but now that it's not a visit or a vacation it feels different.
The kids and I are settling into our townhouse here in Kanata. We're going to be here for 4 months and a bit so we're trying hard to unpack only what's needed. Actually, I'm trying to find the motivation to unpack anything. I have surrendered to my lack of motivation tonight and have been sitting at my computer setting up my new email account and checking messages. Okay, facebook too...that's my favourite time sucker.
I bought a new car this week so my parents could have theirs back. Sharing a car with 3 drivers and one who caters for a few hundred people a week was a bit of a juggling act. I got a Hyundai Santa Fe (with AC!) and am loving it. Audrey tells everyone "it is Deep Sea Blue and she is very fond of it." Noah especially likes that the windows go down in the back seat. I am eager to take it up to the cottage tomorrow with Aunt Shell for our first little road trip. It's supposed to be stinking hot again.
I am surrounded by boxes just like the last time I blogged but I feel like things are winding down instead of about to explode. The anticipation for this move was hard to describe. Eager to get on and do something, but sad to be leaving so many things behind. I miss my friends the most, because I know the rest will still be there waiting for me when I come back. For now though, I feel relieved that I can relax and reconnect with old friends, and play with my kids.
Time is funny. It feels like years since I've been here but so many things are still just the same. The familiarity of my parent's place, the Queensway, downtown. It's just like I left it 9 years ago. The two obvious differences are that a) I have kids now and b) Mark is no longer at my side. These are the things that make it feel completely different. Over the years, Mark and I had come back for occasional visits in the summertime but now that it's not a visit or a vacation it feels different.
The kids and I are settling into our townhouse here in Kanata. We're going to be here for 4 months and a bit so we're trying hard to unpack only what's needed. Actually, I'm trying to find the motivation to unpack anything. I have surrendered to my lack of motivation tonight and have been sitting at my computer setting up my new email account and checking messages. Okay, facebook too...that's my favourite time sucker.
I bought a new car this week so my parents could have theirs back. Sharing a car with 3 drivers and one who caters for a few hundred people a week was a bit of a juggling act. I got a Hyundai Santa Fe (with AC!) and am loving it. Audrey tells everyone "it is Deep Sea Blue and she is very fond of it." Noah especially likes that the windows go down in the back seat. I am eager to take it up to the cottage tomorrow with Aunt Shell for our first little road trip. It's supposed to be stinking hot again.
I am surrounded by boxes just like the last time I blogged but I feel like things are winding down instead of about to explode. The anticipation for this move was hard to describe. Eager to get on and do something, but sad to be leaving so many things behind. I miss my friends the most, because I know the rest will still be there waiting for me when I come back. For now though, I feel relieved that I can relax and reconnect with old friends, and play with my kids.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Three Days and Counting
As I sit here and write this blog, I know I should be running around and packing while the kids are sleeping but I think I will leave it till the morning. I haven’t really been able to find a second to sit and type but thought I ought to update everybody.
I sold the house, sold the van and the golf and we’re off to Ottawa this Saturday.
Sounds like a nightmare to be dealing with all these details while planning a move across the country but things have sort of fallen into place over the last three weeks.
It all started when a nice young man named Chris Allen phoned my ad in the auto trader to enquire about our golf. He ended up buying our car and has since given it a great new home to go another 200,000kms hopefully. Chris Allen also just happens to work at the Park Royal Keg where Mark and I both started our careers with The Keg. It almost seems like it was meant to be. I had a number of other calls about the car but felt like my little green golf with all its sentimentality was meant to go to a fellow Kegger. I then broke the rule of selling a used car, never call the buyer after and ask how everything is but I just needed to know. So, I phoned Chris and heard back from him after his first road trip with his new car up to the Island to Tofino. Tofino, ironically is a place that Mark and I always wanted to go to but never did once we had the kids and it is the name of our new street in Kanata.
There have been lots of other welcoming coincidences along the way but I am way too tired to write about them tonight. In less than 72 hours our house will be bustling with movers and some great Starbucks friends who have kindly offered to help me clean. The kids will be swimming at the hotel having fun with Grandpa, oblivious to the amount of effort it requires to move (the kids that is, NOT Grandpa!) and we will be in our new home next week.
We are spending Wednesday and Thursday here in Langley with the hopes of saying goodbye to everyone and all the special places we have discovered over the last few years and would love to see everyone. My permanent webmail will remain the same baristamamma@gmail.com so please contact me if you’d like to connect with us before we fly out on Saturday morning. Of course, you can always reach me on my cell. Email me if you don’t have it. The primary email address most of you have lesnmark@shaw.ca will be disconnected on Wednesday so update me in your address book. And look for me on FACEBOOK if you'd like. Warning though, it's a bit of a time sucker and lots of fun.
It’s not goodbye yet...
Leslie
I sold the house, sold the van and the golf and we’re off to Ottawa this Saturday.
Sounds like a nightmare to be dealing with all these details while planning a move across the country but things have sort of fallen into place over the last three weeks.
It all started when a nice young man named Chris Allen phoned my ad in the auto trader to enquire about our golf. He ended up buying our car and has since given it a great new home to go another 200,000kms hopefully. Chris Allen also just happens to work at the Park Royal Keg where Mark and I both started our careers with The Keg. It almost seems like it was meant to be. I had a number of other calls about the car but felt like my little green golf with all its sentimentality was meant to go to a fellow Kegger. I then broke the rule of selling a used car, never call the buyer after and ask how everything is but I just needed to know. So, I phoned Chris and heard back from him after his first road trip with his new car up to the Island to Tofino. Tofino, ironically is a place that Mark and I always wanted to go to but never did once we had the kids and it is the name of our new street in Kanata.
There have been lots of other welcoming coincidences along the way but I am way too tired to write about them tonight. In less than 72 hours our house will be bustling with movers and some great Starbucks friends who have kindly offered to help me clean. The kids will be swimming at the hotel having fun with Grandpa, oblivious to the amount of effort it requires to move (the kids that is, NOT Grandpa!) and we will be in our new home next week.
We are spending Wednesday and Thursday here in Langley with the hopes of saying goodbye to everyone and all the special places we have discovered over the last few years and would love to see everyone. My permanent webmail will remain the same baristamamma@gmail.com so please contact me if you’d like to connect with us before we fly out on Saturday morning. Of course, you can always reach me on my cell. Email me if you don’t have it. The primary email address most of you have lesnmark@shaw.ca will be disconnected on Wednesday so update me in your address book. And look for me on FACEBOOK if you'd like. Warning though, it's a bit of a time sucker and lots of fun.
It’s not goodbye yet...
Leslie
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