I’m still recovering from the intense relaxation and quiet joy of my Thanksgiving Day weekend, a weekend filled to the brim with family and fall fun. It helped that the weather here was summer-like. Literally, I was wearing sandals and summer clothes in October, which is not something that happens very often in a Canadian locale, in fact not that I ever even remember. Last weekend I was in Ottawa and freezing in winter duds for crying out loud! C’est la global warming vie I suppose!
Friday we went to visit our friends’ beautiful new baby girl Iva (who I awkwardly attempted to hold in spite of my ridiculous newborn phobia – the whole supporting the head thing freaks me out, like it could snap right off if you aren’t super careful!). It’s stupidly awkward, and probably not fixable until I have my own lil babe one day.
Saturday the hubby and I went for our first apple picking sesh. A glutton for tradition-making, I’m surprised I didn’t insist we go last year, our first married fall. But we were technically married in the fall and away on our honeymoon for a chunk, so the apple picking goodness got overlooked. This year, I’d be damned if it got overlooked again! Anyhoo, it was the most beautiful day, the kind that just fills your heart with so much happiness that you are perfectly contented to just be. It will definitely be a continued Badurina family tradition, where we will try a different orchard every new fall season, and later on when we have our kiddies it will be more inclined to include tractor rides, corn mazes, and pumpkin patches, oh my!
Saturday evening was my grandfather’s 79th birthday so we crashed my Aunt and Uncle’s house for an impromptu bday dinner/bbq - that was consumed on the deck, with bare skin exposed, it was that crazy warm out. We also bid adieu to my Dad, jetting off to a week in Europe. Jealous to be sure. Later my best friend Caroline and her fiancé Phil came over for some drinks at our place. Hello small couple get togethers, hello getting old!
Sunday was our family’s Thanksgiving celebration (give’s you the Monday to recover from the self-inflicted gastrointestinal torture). We went to church and then to my other Aunt and Uncle’s house for the big bird. Again, we were outside and sweltering in the sunshine, and loving every minute of it. I even ate the turkey, as usually I’m not a fan. But it was Thanksgiving after all and it was delish.
Monday involved recovering from all the other weekend days. If only every weekend could be a long weekend, the world would be a happier place.
Lastly, hooray for short weeks (it’s already Wednesday, eek!)
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