HOLIDAY!

We have escaped the BC rain and are sitting quite nicely on the sundeck of Mike`s parents apartment. We are overlooking a runway of Pearson International and about every 3 minutes we see a plane coming in from somewhere.

I wonder where people are going. Where have they been. What stories can they tell.

We tell the stories of our trip. Of the traffic jam at the tunnel. Of almost missing our flight. Of being ushered to the gate in the golf cart. Of having to wait while they load our luggage. Of forgetting our lunch. Of our first take off and cruising altitude. Of games, stories, and new toys. Of falling asleep during landing.

We tell the story of our 4 year old`s first plane trip. Of meeting our 10 year old after her adventures in Newfoundland. Of a Dad`s 80th birthday. Of the smells of warm meat `cooked to death`by mom. We watch the intercom TV as our own reality TV channel. We listen to the laundry drying in the wind. We hear the cicadas buzz. We wish the powerlines were not blocking the view of the CN tower.

Leisurely coffee times.
Snooping in the cookie cupboard.
Playing silly games with Grandpa.
Remembering to use our manners.

Our family holiday begins.
Follow our adventure.

You look like your... uh... mom....

So, i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and happened to only see my body sans head.
heh.
I look like my mom.
For years I have been told I look like my dad`s side. But, after a year of uncaring, the softness of my thirty-somethingness is becoming quite obvious.
The muffin top.
The not-quite-gone baby fat.
Thighs.
The squishyness that is now me.

Fit by 40. My new goal.

A year ago, I would have looked and hated what I saw. I would have said a whole load of lies-- things that made me hate me.

Now, a Heart Restored. Full of the truth of Life. A much better way to live.

But, fit by 40. A new reality. A new goal. A new life. A new me.

I promise.... after this bowl of m&ms...