Finding Peace

Dear Vancouver, I miss you. There has been the occasional time over the last few months that I find myself missing living in the city, even though I am definitely in love with living in the country and with the country lifestyle. However, my blood has been boiling for the better part of the last 24 hours; in fact, I was woken up by my daughter last night, and after settling her back down, I could not go to sleep for another hour. I laid in bed, fuming, then scheming, then planning, and then I quickly went back to fuming. I grew up in a household where there was not a thing that boys could do that we were not also encouraged to do. (Aside from walking around the streets at night by ourselves and going to parties!) And for the most part, I can only remember hanging out with boys who didn't treat me like I didn't belong. We grew up on a street where the younger kids next door were boys, the kids at the end of the cul-de-sac were boys, and our "best boys" (and Robin!...

 My Daughter's Daddy has been a lot of things in his life.  He has been a basketball star, he has been the life of the party, he has been a firefighter, a rancher and a dozen other things. He is a big brother, he is a husband, and he is a Daddy. Of all of the roles that Ava's Daddy has had, I have never seen him fill a role so perfectly, and so naturally as he does when he's wearing his "Daddy shoes." My husband has always wanted kids, even when he didn't know if he would ever get married. He wanted them long before I thought we were "ready" and he also only took a matter or seconds after Ava was born to enquire as to when Ava would be getting a brother. In this last week alone, I have stayed at home to do report cards while my husband took his little girl swimming, and returned so excited about the time they spent together, and about how much she loves the water and gets more daring and comfortable with every trip to the pool. I have videotape...