April 1st, 2003, I was working at a job I didn’t like very much, living in a place I often found quite lonely. I had just gotten a dog (Fox) from the SPCA, and was on the road a lot between where I worked in Alberta and where my family lived in Saskatchewan, 8 hours away. My grandma was in the hospital, with cancer. It was not a very happy time.
April 1st, 2006, I was kicking back in a little ocean town in Morocco, writing a joke email to my family that I had been hired as a camel tour operator. I had taken a year off work to travel, and had been away from Canada for around five months by that time. I can still smell how that little town smelled, with its cooking tagines and salt and rotting fish. I had been in Morocco for a few weeks, and was heading up to meet a friend in Portugal. I took a surfing lesson from a man who spoke no English, and (mostly) survived, though I did get a board to the face.
April 1st, 2007, was around the time I met Hubby. Neither of us remembers the exact date, but it was Easter time. Our first date was at a little 50’s diner, and we showed up driving matching little white beater cars. I remember the way his huge hands engulfed his coffee cup, which he turned around and around, a sweet nervous gesture.
April 1st 2009, Hubby and I were in Guatemala, backpacking there and in Belize for a month, as a ‘honeymoon’ prior to getting married. We lost our luggage, climbed a volcano (well, okay, I hired a horse), poked around some incredible ruins, watched the Easter parades in Antigua, and had a grand old time. We traveled so well together! I knew then, for sure, that we were a truly good match.
April 1st, 2011, we had just taken official possession of our acreage in Saskatchewan. We (I) got enthusiastic, and ordered fifty day-old chickens, four goats, and a tractor to plow up an enormous garden. We survived. Barely, some days, and with chickens in our tub for a week, but we survived.
April 1st, 2012, I was getting ready for baby M’s arrival, painting, cleaning, re-arranging the house, and planning the garden.
Today, I am bottle-feeding three goats, getting ready for three does to kid, and have just ordered another twenty-five day old chicks. We’re planning another big garden, and I already have a ton of plants started, with plans to plant a whole bunch more next weekend. I go back to work at the end of the month, and Baby M is finally starting to eat and sleep predictably. He’s an awesome kid.
I am a very lucky girl. It’s been an amazing decade.
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