We had never been to Mexico and so we planned and waited and when university finished it's spring course .. .
we enjoyed the luxuries of an all inclusive Mayan Riviera Resort.
During that vacation Stuart turned twenty and our children were officially both adults.
that spending that money on a once in a life time vacation with the kids before they started to leave the nest and get married was worth every last cent.
Later that year early in the morning while we were still sleeping .. Terrence called from work.
He told us to turn on CNN and we watched in horror as the second plane crashed into the World Trade Tower.
I became addicted to watching the coverage and wondered if life would ever feel normal again.
2002 promised great fun for our family with Stuart engaged to be married.
I was fascinated with the process of planning and was eager to be part of the preparations.
A shadow on our celebrations developed in the fall of 2002. t was discovered that my brother Richard had a malignant brain tumor. He was my second oldest brother and again it seemed that life was very fragile. He passed away November 14 and as siblings we grieved for our brother.
On December 20th of 2002 we stood beside our son as his bride walked down the aisle.
It was clear to see the love that had grown between them and as parents we were delighted to pledge our support to them in their life together.
In the spring of 2003 we found ourselves empty nesters. Terrence being the older of the two sons decided he would not be left living with his parents and moved next door with his friend Ravi.
We felt semi empty-nesters as he often found his way back to the bungalow when the aromas from the kitchen would cross the road and alert him that real food was being served in the bungalow.
My beloved and I had heard of the trend of boomerang children and so we devised a plan to renovate the bungalow to be suitable for just the two of us. The renovations began and we lived in a house for several months in a state of chaotic mess.
We celebrated our 25th anniversary that year and we decided that Terry would end his full time job off of the farm in the summer. For 25 years he worked various shifts which I absolutely dreaded. One year of night shifts blended into the next and evening shifts and early morning shifts were mixed in between.
Lots of families deal with shift work but we were glad when we closed the door on that era of our life and we sympathize with the challenges other families face when dealing with shift work.
However much we didn't enjoy the shift work part of the job, we were grateful and mindful that other people had no jobs at all.
Farming is still a novelty for us. . . coffee. . lunch. . .coffee and dinner together everyday. . . we are living our dream. Early in 2004 Terrence found that his own nest building instinct was kicking in and he purchased a fixer upper. His renovations became a joint family project as quality time was promised in exchange for wall and carpet removals. To this day I can't stand the scent of Fe-you-know-the-stuff-breeze.
It had been poured over the carpets in a sad attempt to cover various of other not so nice odours.
We realized that one owners idea of workmanship can rapidly become the new home owners nightmare.
Daily. . .the carport was piled with the former owners mess and slowly a clean and modestly renovated home appeared.
Spring 2004 Stuart graduated from university and we watched with pride as he walked the platform to receive his diploma.
On the same day that Stuart graduated we learned that farming would have difficult days. The Avian Flu hit the province and we found ourselves with empty barns . Terry spent days cleaning and preparing for the day when our chicks would arrive again. It was a full year before farming was fully operational once more.
Once the barns were as clean as barns can possibly be we found ourselves restless and so we hopped on our bike and went camping for three weeks with a group of friends.
We drove to Sturgis and camped in a pup tent along the way making memories of freezing nights and hail storms and empty gas tanks and jokes told as only Eric can tell them.
Towards the end of 2004 Stuart decided that family renovations were fun ..
and invited us to join in their project too.
Terry installed his third soft wood floor that winter.
Renovations are most economical if your Dad has the know how to save a buck here and there.
A bucket or two of paint and a scraper to remove old wall paper costs little and many hands make the job much quicker.
With Terrence's nest complete. . .
he married his beautiful Bea on a cool day in June.
It was on that day . . . that I truly began to refer to Terry and I as . . .
just the two of us.
2005 ended with our tractor driving off one chilly morning.
Otis barked and we wondered what the berry farmers were doing driving around in the dark.
Mid morning we realized that it was our tractor that someone borrowed permanently.
Soon after "lending" his tractor out. . .
Terry decided that a tractor was best parked indoors and he built his shop.
After our Mexican trip with the boys. . .
we promised them that after they were married we would take them and their brides on a holiday to the beach.
They remembered our promise and so did we and plans were made to visit Maui.
Terry's mom came with us. . .
it made perfect sense since a rental Van seats seven.
Somethings hadn't changed that much since the trip to Mexico.
We made more memories and we again. . .
did not regret having splurged on a vacation before the grands began to arrive.
I found that I was having more time to myself with the kids on their own and Terry had now taken the task of doing all the chores. I was not terribly computer savvy but I did begin to read blogs and I found that somewhere within me was a curiosity in wondering if I had something to say that really mattered.
Life in our home changed dramatically that fall.
I became a blogger.
I'm sure there has not been a more enthusiastic beginner before or since that day I pressed the publish button for the first time.
It never occurred to me that anyone would comment or read my weekday posts and it still delights me when people do.
Blogging has opened up a whole new world to me.
Friendships have been formed that are real and a hobby I love has found a purpose.
Early in 2007 we learned that we would be grandparents.
My cedar chest was opened and the waiting began.
I crocheted edges of pink and blue around receiving blankets.
I made ready a room for the wee ones to nap.
I held my hopes and dreams close to my heart and prayed for the babies that our daughters by love carried.
To pass the time that year. . . Terry bought himself a fixer upper in the form of a 1950 Mercury truck.
His dream had always been to build a rod and when the opportunity came up to purchase this old truck. . .he snapped it up.
Most days when his chores are done. . .
he can be found tinkering on the Merc' and this spring he promises to take me for a drive.
Eleven days later our Lil' farm hand was born. Terrence and Bea had a baby boy.
Christmas was extra special and all about holding new borns and the sweet scent of babies.Thirty years of marriage seemed something worth celebrating and so in the spring of 2008 my beloved and I went on our second honeymoon.
Our first honeymoon took place in a small motel in Oregon for four nights.
While the first honeymoon was all about the delights of two nineteen year olds young love. . .
the second honeymoon was all about being thankful for a good marriage and good health. . .
and the joys of knowing each other and still enjoying the romantic dinner on the beach.
Only God knows what the next decade will hold. . .
Tomorrow is the fifteenth anniversary of the day my mom passed away. It deserves a day of quiet reflection.