Liam had a few days off and we filled each day to the brim to somehow maximize the first real taste of summer we have seen. There was day trips, eating out, a date night and I even got to go to the spa for a blissful facial! I even whiled away a naptime, napping in the backyard! I actually had a nap - I must have been relaxed!
I normally go home in either June or July and this year will not go back untill Vanessas wedding and I am not going to lie I am homesick more than ever right now and am pining to go back. Nothing beats Kincardine in the summer and I know it is solely nostalgic... because every year that I go back to refresh my dried up reserve of "home" and everything that it represents... and I leave feeling a little empty again. I suppose it is because it isn't what my home is now. Home to me is soo much more now... Liam, Charlotte, our very own adorable house,my amazing friends, Lucy, Irwin, my parents now grandparents. It has evolved - and it will continue to evolve.
Kincardine my small "big" town full of precious childhood memories, my parents, my sister, and teenage fanfare.. was home back then, our amazing house on Manorwood was home, was so comforting,secure, accepting and hearty, happy and calming all of the foundations of my life were formed there, it was vibrant, safe and so much fun, so many lessons and the memories that I have are truly amazing and unforgettable. I guess that it reins true when people say that home is your now.
But to me I feel that your first home is always a truly magical place. Something that can never be replaced in ones memory. Kincardine is really just a teeny tiny town but it was my home and it always will be in some sense. I yearn more than anything to walk once on the pier, to sit on the giant blue chairs at station beach, to trail behind the saturday nite pipe band, to devour Erie belle fish and chips, walk thru tiny tot park and to watch a gorgeous lake huron sunset. All landmarks now, all home to me still.
On saturday we rang in July by heading down to David Lan park to check out the Jazz festival. The music was good and Charlotte had an absolute ball playing in the park - she memorized a little slide by going on it over, over and over again, after all this was no ordinary slide- it had a little surprise bump in the middle just to change it up a bit...she whinied with delight as her little body cascaded over the hump which led her to end up all cockeyed at the bottom with enough unpredictable suspense. Only to look at me with sheer delight say "more?"
It is days like this that truly represent a b.c summer. Basking in my surroundings. Placed smack dab in a valley of skyscraper condos on one side and ominous beasts of mountains on the other. Drinking in the vendor food carts of various amazingness ( there is a food cart solely for poutine - 12 different flavours!), enveloping a little suntanlotioned slippery warm baby, and holding little watermelon marinated sticky hands, days that you wish that kids hats came with a non removable velcro so you aren't putting your back out from picking up the hat from the grass that has been ripped quite purposfully off a head - just one more time!
Watching Charlotte more and more exercise her independance is making me feel so many mixed emotions sad that she is not my little baby anymore but glad that she feels confidant and safe enough to explore. I watched as she threw bouts of " you will not pick me up even if my life is in danger! and if you do I will perform the pencil ( a term I made up when I go to pick her up and she puts her hands above her head and there is no shoulder hook to pick her up with) . I watched as Liam chased her around the park as our wild horse ran. I took in the surroundings and thought you can't beat this city - Our Home.
I normally go home in either June or July and this year will not go back untill Vanessas wedding and I am not going to lie I am homesick more than ever right now and am pining to go back. Nothing beats Kincardine in the summer and I know it is solely nostalgic... because every year that I go back to refresh my dried up reserve of "home" and everything that it represents... and I leave feeling a little empty again. I suppose it is because it isn't what my home is now. Home to me is soo much more now... Liam, Charlotte, our very own adorable house,my amazing friends, Lucy, Irwin, my parents now grandparents. It has evolved - and it will continue to evolve.
Kincardine my small "big" town full of precious childhood memories, my parents, my sister, and teenage fanfare.. was home back then, our amazing house on Manorwood was home, was so comforting,secure, accepting and hearty, happy and calming all of the foundations of my life were formed there, it was vibrant, safe and so much fun, so many lessons and the memories that I have are truly amazing and unforgettable. I guess that it reins true when people say that home is your now.
But to me I feel that your first home is always a truly magical place. Something that can never be replaced in ones memory. Kincardine is really just a teeny tiny town but it was my home and it always will be in some sense. I yearn more than anything to walk once on the pier, to sit on the giant blue chairs at station beach, to trail behind the saturday nite pipe band, to devour Erie belle fish and chips, walk thru tiny tot park and to watch a gorgeous lake huron sunset. All landmarks now, all home to me still.
On saturday we rang in July by heading down to David Lan park to check out the Jazz festival. The music was good and Charlotte had an absolute ball playing in the park - she memorized a little slide by going on it over, over and over again, after all this was no ordinary slide- it had a little surprise bump in the middle just to change it up a bit...she whinied with delight as her little body cascaded over the hump which led her to end up all cockeyed at the bottom with enough unpredictable suspense. Only to look at me with sheer delight say "more?"
It is days like this that truly represent a b.c summer. Basking in my surroundings. Placed smack dab in a valley of skyscraper condos on one side and ominous beasts of mountains on the other. Drinking in the vendor food carts of various amazingness ( there is a food cart solely for poutine - 12 different flavours!), enveloping a little suntanlotioned slippery warm baby, and holding little watermelon marinated sticky hands, days that you wish that kids hats came with a non removable velcro so you aren't putting your back out from picking up the hat from the grass that has been ripped quite purposfully off a head - just one more time!
Watching Charlotte more and more exercise her independance is making me feel so many mixed emotions sad that she is not my little baby anymore but glad that she feels confidant and safe enough to explore. I watched as she threw bouts of " you will not pick me up even if my life is in danger! and if you do I will perform the pencil ( a term I made up when I go to pick her up and she puts her hands above her head and there is no shoulder hook to pick her up with) . I watched as Liam chased her around the park as our wild horse ran. I took in the surroundings and thought you can't beat this city - Our Home.
