Oh, Canada
I’m super patriotic, and this past Canada Day I spent my Nation’s birthday, moving into our new diggs. When I say my Nation, I mean MY NATION. As in, I love you Canada, and am a proud proud woman to live in your breathtaking land of artistry and allure.
Usually, I like to make it an fun day, of going to a celebratory event, having a picnic, strolling along the river at The Forks or maybe going to Assiniboine Park for a picnic and to the zoo. It’s free on Canada Day. And I’m cheap, so it’s awesome. Than I like to end it off with a bang. A wonderful display of fireworks to end the party, or for some, to just get it started.
Canada Day makes me emotional. When everyone outside stops their festivities and starts in sync, singing our anthem, it makes me cry. Same thing at our football games. Something about people, and I mean a bunch of complete strangers coming together, expressing themselves in a way that shows that even though we are all different in many ways, we all have a common ground. We treasure where we live. And I didn’t get to take it in this year. Moving sucks.
I’m still not over it. I feel a guilt. Like I’m letting someone down for not celebrating it. Last year Reign was just 11 days old and I walked around for 6 hours on Canada Day with an EPISIOTOMY that was killing me. Killing me to the point that it felt like someone was taking a knife to the china region. THAT’S HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU CANADA!
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