Tuesday, June 18

25 Years Together Julie And Steve aka Mom and Dad

I went down to Strathmore this past weekend. It was my parents 25th wedding anniversary and Dawson, Steve (my dad) and I have been planning a party for the last few months. I headed down on the Friday alone for some much needed time away.

I don't enjoy doing things alone (I know I have said this before). I will always avoid it if I can, but every once in a while the quiet and stillness is refreshing. The drive was quiet without even the radio on as background noise. After Red Deer I no longer enjoyed the quiet. I find there is a change that occurs inside of me every time I go back home. A feeling that I cant really explain starts to swell inside of my chest and I feel a longing for that little town. Garth Brooks was cranked and I was singing along like a banshee.

On the Friday night when I arrived my friend Karie had already made arrangements for me to join her for a fundraiser comedy night hosted by a few old teachers of ours. I was so excited to see everyone and catch up with old friends. The comedians were fantastic and I laughed the night away. After the event was over Karie and I, along with a few other people who were there went to the local bar and finished our night out.

I love my home town for a plethora of reasons and one of the reasons is they teach dance in the gym classes in Strathmore. So when this girl went back for the weekend and was at the dance bar that night, all the guys who asked her to dance knew how to dance and dance well. I was two stepping into the wee hours and having a wonderful time doing it. I saw more old friends and ran into the very first boy that ever took me out. His name is Graham. We went to the movie Batteries Not Included. I met his wife and saw pictures of their new baby.

I caught a cab when the night felt done (the completion of the evening was rushed a little due to a creepy guy who would not leave me alone and one of the bouncers had to "aid" his removal) but I was tired anyway and had a lot to do the next day for my parents party.

When I quietly and gracefully stumbled into my parents home at 2 am my dad was awake (like always) waiting up to make sure I got home safe. I was giggling away telling him stories of the night and like he does, smiled and said "I'm glad you're safe and I want to listen to everything you have to say...just not now. Good night". He is such a great guy.

As is customary in my parents home, days begin very early and even when you are a guest and have been drinking into the ungodly hours of the morning and could sleep until noon...that doesn't matter when you are in Julies house. She gets up at 7 am, turns on the house stereo and begins getting ready for garage sales which means YOU also get up at 7 am (even if you are still drunk) and you get ready to accompany her on said garage sales. That is just how it is there, no need to fight it, you will lose.. I promise.

So up my ass was a "way too early am" and out the door we went to visit,  find treasures and  pick up groceries for the party.  I told my mom about work and how dating is going. I shared with her some feelings I had about different things and asked her advice about others. It's how we work. It's always strange to me when I see and hear other friends tell me they talk to their mothers often, that is just foreign to me.  We don't talk much on the phone and seldom communicate, but when we are together we do a lot of sharing.

When we got home my brother Dawson and his GF Adele were there and we began cooking.
I laid down for a (much needed) nap around 2 and felt human again when I got up just after 3.

The guests began arriving at 4 and the night went perfectly.  A small-ish gathering of family and friends, food and laughs. With the friends my parents have I knew very little would need to be planned activity wise, because of all the personalities. It would be fun regardless and I was right.

My brother and Adele set up a photo booth with dress up clothes so we could take picture of everyone throughout the night as keepsakes. Some ended up a little risque and I can't put them up here, but this one of my mom had her friend Rita is safe for blogging.

My parents have fantastic friends and have known most of these people for 30 + years...or "as long as two husbands" as my mom said that night.

The evening was a huge success and I am pretty sure my parents had a wonderful time.

We even snuck in a rather typical family photo at the end of the night.

Gawd I love my family. I miss my home town and the people and memories there. I love how I feel when I return and I love knowing that I can always go back and have those same feelings. I love that ache that I feel in my chest when I leave, reminding me I belong somewhere and that I am a part of something big that you can't see but is so very real.

When I drove home Sunday this is what I saw.

If you look closely you can see and hear the mountains calling my name. They miss me as much as I miss them.

Tomorrow I will tell you the story of my mom my ipad and too many bottles of wine.


I am grateful for my parents example that 1-If you are not happy, you are allowed to change your mind and try again. And 2-Relationships can work when you are with the right person. Not only my parents have taught me this, all their friends are such amazing examples of this too and this little girl thanks you so much or that example.

I am grateful the weather was so delightful for my parents.

I am grateful for having more than one place where I belong.


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