Strangely familiar

It's always fun to revisit one's old haunts and weird all the same. We drove through Sutherland neighborhood to go see a Christmas lights show and I didn't even recognize it, it has changed so much. Sutherland is where my grandfather had his house. I hadn't been there much since he moved in with us when I was a teenager. There was a lot of new development that wasn't there before and a more artsy feel than I remembered. It boasts a fancy train sign as you enter it, when I was growing up it just had the trains. Dad said when he moved there, there were just fields. I could easily get lost on the new highways they've built criss-crossing all over. All that is a little unerving. Quit messing with my memories!













Some places stayed the same. We ended up with great wedding photos in the midst of a December winter in 1998 due in thanks to the Mendel Art Museum's arboratorium (is that what it's called?) We wanted pictures with pretty flowers and greenery, not an easy feat in a Saskatchewan December, but the museum was happy to let us take pictures there. It was all done up in poinsettas and guess what??? It was this year too.
Me and my sister who was my maid-of-honor, and it's still an honor.







Striking our marriage pose of 8 years ago, ok, not quite the same now!

We also got to go on a date thanks to mom, dad and the aunts and uncles who babysat. We had a fabulous tasting, ridiculous costing meal at the Station place. It was a great experience, full of history, warmth and high quality. I guess you get what you pay for and it was nice to be treated as royalty and treat ourselves too. We also got to visit the hotel we stayed in some 8 years ago. It was great to have alone time together, a rarity for us that we must find time to do again.

I appreciate so much my family and my husband. It has been a great 8 years- so fast, 8 already??? I can't believe that here we are with these two wonderful kids and going on a decade of being together, but I would have it no other way. You are and will always be the Lover's gift to me of a lifelong companion and I am ever so thankful.

And while Saskatoon may try to camouflage or evolve, my memories can not possibly be erased, they are in the skyline, in the earth, in so many trees and walls and voices that continue to ring out over time... weaving through neighborhoods as we walked home from church, or to the recreation center, or to the hi-lo mart... nights out on the farm, encercling a bombfire, walking the trails at beaver creek... kissing my love and saying "I do". Saskatoon will always have a special place in my mind and heart.