|My 5 am view of the Pacific!|
|The hilarious (blurry)shot my Mom took of the start |
of the voyage!
|First extra-long pit stop!|
|First time 'sleeping' in a playpen|
|My Aunt and Uncle's gorgeous land and farm!|
|Picking fresh cherries...|
|Oops, sour one! (and he fell in the creek)|
We did finally make it into my Sister's place in Chilliwack that night but it was midnight (again) before the kids got to bed.
|Aunty Mobee love! |
(She has the nerve to visit Australia while
we're at her house!)
Off the boat, picked up the keys in my old stomping ground of Lantzville (where I grew up) from my Friend's Mom and onto Parksville and the Ocean (although we had certainly just crossed the Ocean water to get to the Island!).
We had another late night so there was no 'beach' to be seen but we did arrive and gaze in wonder at our new 'home' for the week! My wonderful Friend Lorna (who I grew up with but now also lives in Calgary) owns our temporary 'home' and she (so graciously) agreed to let the boys and I stay here for the week. I can't say enough about how beautiful of a spot this is! Her Condo looks out over a spot of Parksville beach and with the windows open it is pure heaven. We are a two minute stroll from the Ocean (when the tide is up) and have enough beds for all so that it really feels like a 'holiday' of sorts.
Mr.B (unfortunately) had yet another rough night last night where he did his waking every 10-15 mins for 5 hours straight. If I wasn't exhausted already...I did try to 'shock' him out of the cycle after a few hours but it only worked for 20 mins before the cycle started again. We have no idea what is causing this sleep disruption but it is brutal from both of our ends. He finally settled into a deeper sleep at 6:30 am which was just in time for me to get up with the other two (overexcited-to-be-at-the-beach) boys! The killer? Mr.B then slept for SIX HOURS STRAIGHT, right through till 12:30 pm! What a Turkey!
Thankfully Wade, my Father-in-law took the big boys down to the beach for a 'short' walk (which lasted 3 1/2 hrs) so that I could take B for groceries when he woke. B (the Turkey) had woken only shortly before they came back so I had three hungry boys to feed. The boys got one look at the Ocean on their walk and dove right in! Torin is now (frightfully for me) fearless in the water and there was no way he wasn't going for an immediate swim. It was also one of the lowest tides of the year today so they had a huge hike before they could even get to the water! I am so glad that my children embrace the Ocean as I do and feel such a love for it as well.
I spent the next half hour trying to stop B from vaulting from my arms because he just wanted down to explore! I wanted to let him down but my main concern was that he could get sand around his actual g-tube port (hole through to his stomach). I'm going to hopefully track down a water-proof bandage tomorrow of some sort so that he can just go down and have a go at the beach. I feel such a sense of relief and happiness (and ironically some sadness as well) that we've accomplished this task of putting his toes in the Ocean. I'm happy I've done it and took on the task of getting us here but sad that for one Michael isn't with us (he had to stay for work) and truly feeling a sense of loss of sorts that I even have to feel such a 'need' to do things for B.
This is a trip that memories will certainly be built on and for that I am so very thankful. It is cathartic to me in so many ways to be here. I feel like the Ocean is healing a part of me, the part that's spent the last 20 months silently grieving while the rest of me has pushed forward and persevered. I don't often discuss my sense of loss through all of this, not that I don't know it is there but if I acknowledge it then it makes me feel like I'm less thankful or grateful in a way for what I do have. I know it is natural to grieve for what could be but so much of my life has had to be Here and Now for the past two years and that is how I've chosen to live it. I've said before that I wouldn't change it, these are my stars and my path in life, but it doesn't mean that every once in a blue moon I take the time to wonder what life could have looked like in other scenarios (good and bad ones). I don't know how many more times Mr.B will get to 'swim' in the Ocean but what I do know is that next years trip will already be in the making as we head home next week.
From Our (Transplanted) Home To Yours...