… back in Hong Kong. Wow, what a buzz.
Exercise: How to get present to your Suppressed Joy and/or Grief and or Both? Answer: After nine days at Fintry (see pic at left) leave your four kids and wonderful wife at a quaint Canadian airport on a gorgeous sunny Sunday morning, knowing you won’t see them for seven weeks and that two of those kids will probably walk for the first time during that time. Subsequently drive with Dad for five hours through the most beautiful scenery Canada probably has to offer. Drop Dad off at Tsawwassen Ferry, a location that holds deep, significant meaning from previous, life defining era. Scoot off to spouse’s dear grandmother who lost her husband of 50+ years a few short months ago but manages to still be an extraordinary hostess and cook great-son-in-law superb dinner complete with local ale refreshments. Collapse with exhaustion, sleep ten hours, enjoy breakfast with same wonderful gran. Rush off to shop, shop, shop. FAIL to find (argh!) what wonderful wife has on shopping list. See Porsche 944 in mint condition. Have flashback to day Sebastian born. Arrive back at Gran’s to pack. Present huge bouquet of flowers. Gran threatens, don’t ever do this again. Self says out loud, "I will always do this again." Both giggle. Leave for airport. Mind once again focuses on Asia… Hong Kong… work… write 45+ e-mails on plane, sent upon landing via Blackberry. Receive 60+ in return within a few minutes of landing. Think to self, "WOOF… how long can I maintain this pace?"
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So now you have me in suspense about the day Sebastion was born… What ferry did your Dad catch at Tsawwassen? I work on the Swartz Bay / Tsawwassen run on the SOVI, which was the 1:00 out of TSA last M-
TH. So glad you have a wonderful relationship with Tess’s Gran, she sounds like a lovely person.
In regards to the walking, my DH was on course in Halifax when my daughter started walking. Knowing how much he had already missed in her young life from being in the Navy, I didn’t tell him. When he came home, I took Rowen out to the airport with me to meet him. After hugging, etc. I told DH that Rowen had a surprise for him. I stepped back, put her on the ground, and she walked to her Dad. The look on his face was worth not telling him. He had no preconceived idea about her walking, to him, it was her first walk.
Make sure you take time to breath during the next hectic seven weeks. Thank goodness for the internet, snail mail letters would be arriving about the time Tess got home… At least you can keep in touch with her, pretty much chat in real time. Isn’t technology amazing.
all this and you have time to not only update your blog but add more pictures to your previous entries? i’m tired just reading about it. don’t forget time to relax and call tess.
i’m sorry you had to leave all your lovelies behind.
p.s. if you would like help with that shopping list, i can offer my services as a personal shopper.
So glad you are home safely, Chuckles. Your little family is safe and warm and being taken care of. The little foursome started swimming lessons today with Grandad Blake overseeing Seb who was marvelous and leaping off the side of the pool with gay abandon. Tess, Lita and I donned bathing suits and were in the pool with the Triumverate who were very brave and bit by bit got a little bit used to the somewhat chilly water – Jasper doing the best by far…. anything to do with one’s amount of body fat? therefore not feeling the chill as much?
Lita is such a great lady – always organized and helpful; we would be lost without her. And your dear Tess is such a super mum; she has us all running smoothly and we, in turn, are taking good care of her – she had a nap this afternoon!! Yippee. And tonight she and Lita along with Nathan have gone to the movies together whilst Grandad and I babysit….. we are so thrilled to have this privilege.
So dear Chuck, we miss you very much but I will keep sending you daily pictures of the triplets and Seb and Tess. Keep well.
Much love, M xox
Charles, Just keep in mind that in 7 short weeks, you and I will be singing “Purple Rain” on the end of the dock , while sipping an ale or perhaps.. a purple rain. I am so looking forward to seeing you, and to also spend some time with your wife, children, Lita, Mozzie, Grandad and whomever else is there! I even have stashed away a few boxes of Girl guide cookies that you may help Seb and I eat.
Hang in there!
Auntie P