Just a thought... We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, "Why did this happen to me?" unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way. [Author Unknown]
How to make a four day work week feel like two weeks? Add as many events as your day can hold, rinse and repeat. So today, a few notes to wrap it up and swing into the weekend.
First, a footnote to yesterday's Kijiji Kijournal. A great email from Ann told me that police station parking lots are a great spot for online buying/selling transations. She reminded me of this in the context of feeling vulnerable when she was selling something for which a stranger came to her door.
That's great advice, Ann, and worth remembering for, say, car sales. I say this, not in the context of the Tim Bosma murder trial although, honestly, who hasn't thought of the fate of this poor man, thanks to an online sales transaction? So thank you, Ann.
A huge thank you to the organizers of this year's Daughters for Life Gala on Wednesday at the Carlu. While tens of thousands of people were downtown celebrating Beyoncé and Selena or cheering on the Raptors or Marlies, we were in the company of some real Girl Power, and true heroes.
It was a sometimes somber, but always inspiring evening. Yes, I got to meet Malala's parents, but didn't pose for a picture for you - or for me. It felt somehow too intrusive (although, of course, there were lots of pictures being taken).
I was moved, almost beyond speech, to meet Malala's father and have a brief conversation with him. His wife, Malala's mom, so beautiful and shy, will always be in my memory for her light, kind eyes and quiet strength. What this couple has been through, raising Malala and her brothers to believe in the power of an education for girls!
As she was being honoured, Malala herself was in their adopted home country of England, where she's taking exams and hoping to get into Oxford.
What a pleasure it was to be in the company of such truly inspiring people! Thank you Dr. Abuelaish for turning the tragedy of losing three daughters in a Gaza bombing into something so filled with hope and vision...into Daughters for Life.
Despite it being the end of a long, busy and rewarding week, we're still in the afterglow of our trip to Ottawa on the long weekend, and I can't resist sharing just a few more pictures with our little guy.
Soon he'll be 20 months old, is already wearing a size 8 toddler shoe and is, as you know, the light of our lives. I'd be lying if I said I'm not afraid to love someone so unconditionally again, someone for whom we long when we're not together and for whom our hearts ache.
But he'll always be a part of us, as we will him, and the advice that some sent Tuesday saying, "Enjoy every minute; they grow up so fast!" could not possibly be a clearer example of preaching to the choir. It's that constant effort of being in the present moment, of allowing ourselves to feel joy just to be with him, whether next to his car seat...
....or exploring the big colourful balls at the park where we spent our last day with Lauren, playing a little softball, watching her break her bat with one big solid hit.
The best moments, though, come with a child's laughter. And when Rob was seated on the sand scooping machine, Colin was absolutely delighted; his laugh says it all. Oh yes, we'll be going back there again.
Enjoy this warm weekend. I hope you're not dreading the forecast of a warmer than usual summer (hottest since 2013, we're told by Environment Canada); I can't wait. And the thought that after what seems like, as someone put it, six months of March, the best is yet to come...warms my heart almost as much as the achingly sweet fragrance of the trees in blossom.
Take care - and thanks for sharing some time here this week.