I just returned from spending 12 days in beautiful British Columbia with my side of the family and my daughter. We had a wonderful time! We flew out west for a family wedding, tacking on a week before and a couple days afterwards. I was able to see a whole bunch of family that I haven’t seen since my Mom’s mom passed away and we had a memorial service back in 2000, my daughter was only 6 months old at the time. She turned 8 on our trip.
The first Sunday there it was my wedding anniversary, our 12th anniversary. I was on the west coast with family and friends while he was back at home with our 3 boys. 12 years… it’s hard to believe – it’s actually flown by!
The day after my 12th anniversary, Monday May 12th, my parents took 2 of my sisters, myself and a combination of 6 of our kids and 1 great grandchild to North Vancouver, 12 of us in total for a walk down memory lane. You see… I was born in North Van and spent the first 12 years of my life there. Pretty freaky eh?!
The majority of my time out in BC was spent in the no-longer small town that my parents still live in. I spent 12 years of my life in that area. It was on the 12th day of my trip that I realized I spent 12 years on the North Shore, 12 years just north of the border and now 12 years in Ontario.
Does this mean I’m up for a major change in my life? What’s the plan for the next 12 years? Everyone asked me what it means… I just replied… “that I’m 36 this year”…