I needed this. Three days, two nights...away. A break from the rut of our daily routine. A vacation.
"Does the hotel have a pool?"
I figured as much so. After all we were the tag alongs in a room full of well dressed business men who, just like daddy, were here with work. But hey who needs a pool...it's Edmonton...shopping galore. Home of North America's largest mall, yes even larger then mall of America, (insert gag sound here), and the more local preferred option...Whyte Ave.
A tree lined street with leaves on the ground. Where everyone is a singer songwritter one open guitar case away from being rich. Where antique stores with vinal records and china dishes line street-faced windows. Vintage clothing boutiques bearing yesterday's treasures ready to be rediscovered, reworked, reworn. Coffee houses that make even mom and pop look corporate. Yes, every college town has their "street". This is Edmonton's, but it could just as easily have been mine...Grand River Ave running alongside Michigan State's campus.
As I strolled with the boys I couldn't help but reminisce about my days as a student. Remembering the struggle to find myself, my identity, my purpose. Feelings of unnecessary pressure to have all these answers solved before rightfully accepting a diploma. I was a music major most at home amongst fellow musicians, dancers, and artists. I'd start my days with coffee and the New York Times. Offering my opinions on subjects half understood. We were big dreamers with larger plans.
I thought of the days before kids, before Brian, and how much my life has changed. Realizing that I could have never imagined as a student walking Grand River Ave just how happy I would be, as a wife and mother.
"That's right babe...it's a truck"
Meanwhile here were my boys. Costello leading the way, Dashen nestled neatly behind, both buckled in the stroller. We stopped and listened to an unplugged redition of Light My Fire, tossed a few coins in a rusted green fountain, picked up a 70's blue leather, ok...pleather, vest in one of the vintage stores, and called it a day ending at Boston Pizza.
Later, after jumping on hotel beds and ridding the elevators until our hearts were content, I sat by our room's windowsill overlooking Edmonton's downtown, and gave Costello his nightime bottle while rubbing Dashen's tummy. Recapping aloud all of the things we explored. Asking the boys if they had a good day, if they enjoyed seeing the students between classes, all the sights of a new city, playing in the park, the peorrini pizza...
"ruck mmmmma....ruck," he said pointing to an idling truck ten floors below with his eye's half shut.
Yes babe, that's right...that's a truck.
Until Next Time....ABCD