Hope you are all having a good start to your week. Here in lovely Alberta, we are in the midst of our first snowfall of the season... you know the day where traffic is ridiculous because all the people who drive for half of the year in snow suddenly forget how to do it? Yeah... that day....
We are finally all healthy in this house. My daughter that had pneumonia also tried to tell me she had an earache while she was on antibiotics and this silly momma tried to tell her that wasn't possible.... WRONG! Turns out her ear was badly infected and she actually burst her eardrum :( Another round of antibiotics and we finally seem to be back on the normal track - whew!
I have been busy busy busy creating and actually really enjoying it! I have a star wreath class coming up at Creative Scrapbooks on Monday November 21st. Spots are limited so make sure you sign up quick!
Here is a sneak peek for you...
It is full of sparkle (which the picture doesn't show very well) and I love the vintage look of it... Hope you can join me!
And I have to send a very special thank you out to a lady named Malynda. While we were at Remembrance Day ceremonies on Friday, she had asked to step in front of us to take photos of her daughter who was with the Girl Guide group. When I could see that she had also captured my daughter in her photo, I asked her if she would mind emailing me the photos. I quickly scribbled my email address down and hoped for the best.... and today received some awesome photos from her!
To be honest, I didn't take my camera as I have a really hard time with Remembrance Day... This is my daughter's first year in Girl Guides and I felt nervous for her to attend the ceremonies... because I am a MESS when it comes to soldiers and war and .... all of it.
We met up with a friend and my first words to her were a warning... "I WILL cry" I told her.
I was pretty good until the Last Post was played on the bugle...
and then I sobbed....
My heart breaks for military families - I have no idea how they do it. They send their loved ones off and never know if they will come home. Or maybe they come home but are never the same....
My grandfather served in the war and never really talked about it with us. I often wondered how my grandmother handled it... a newborn baby, living in a new place... and her husband in another part of the world serving his country. In the days of no emails and probably no phone calls either...
As I sat next to an amazing family during the ceremony, I overheard a man about my age ask his elderly mother if she had brought a chair. When she mentioned that she had forgotten it, I quickly told them I would run to my vehicle and bring her one. I admit it, I LOVE elderly people.... I spent much of the ceremony admiring this woman and the stream of family that continued to arrive during the 2 and a half hours.... When I spoke with her, she told me that all of her family came every year (from near and far) to honour her husband who had served. I felt honoured to speak with her... and when her family was the last one to lay a wreath in honour of her husband, I cried even more.
I am so proud of my children who were very serious with their questions and their respect.
God Bless every single person who has ever served or loved someone who served -
and thank you for your sacrifices.
Awesome post Cori-Lyn! :)
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