My baby turned twelve today. I find it very hard to believe. It seems like just yesterday he barged his way into our lives three weeks early. But it also seems like so very long ago that I snuggled him late at night when everyone else was in bed (because he had his days and nights mixed up - don't you remember??? I should have had a blog then!)
He's quite the kid. He and I just returned from his hockey camp at Weyburn. I think I can safely say that he talked pretty much non-stop for seven whole days, particularly on the long drive to and from Weyburn. He even talks in his sleep. He was even talking when we thought he might have a concussion. I'm pretty sure they got him out of emergency so fast so that they didn't have to answer any more of his questions, or, arguably worse, listen to his answers to theirs. (Long story short - he had a lot of pain from an ankle injury caused by ill-fitting and, I might mention, extremely expensive skates, coupled with fatigue and dehydration, that caused some dizziness and confusion, but he is fine. In fact, he was fine about 20 minutes before we left the emergency room.) But he still gives me hugs, and I love it!
I enjoy my time in Weyburn. This is the third year I've gone, once with Stephen and twice with Derek, and I find it quite relaxing. I do a lot of reading, take along some projects that I seldom do, visit relatives, and sit in a cold rink when it's 33 degrees outside. And I never have to cook or do dishes. All in all, a good holiday. The highlight of this year's trip was when my newly found cousin, Susan, drove about an hour to meet me for supper. We visited steadily for two whole hours before she had to head home. I keep thinking of the line "blood is thicker than water"... there is a definite connection between relatives, no matter how far apart you live or how often you see each other. Sometimes that's not so great, but in this instance, it's wonderful. I predict more visits in our future. Then again, perhaps it's just our mutual love of white wine...
Which brings me back to Derek's birthday, because I enjoyed a glass of white wine with the supper he ordered - BBQ steak, no potatoes, garden veggies, salad, and garlic bread. Oh, and ice cream cake. It was a great supper, but it was rather strange to have only three of us seated at the table! I couldn't reach Adam to invite him (his phone has been acting up, so we'll chalk it up to that!) and Stephen is on his second, and last, shift up north. He arrives home on Wednesday. Derek will be busy cleaning Stephen's room, which he sneakily inhabits, on Tuesday. Derek didn't even have any presents to open (refer to previous mention of extremely expensive skates), but we celebrated all the same.
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