3am

18 years in the making.  Knowing that this day would come didn’t help.  All of Taya’s laundry was done, printer was bought, computer formatted, all of her boxes were packed and her goodbyes were hugged out.  The only thing left to do was drop her off to Guelph University.

The night before we brought her to school I couldn’t sleep.  My brain wouldn’t shut off.  I kept thinking, what if I forgot something, will she have enough money?, how our house just wont be the same without her in it and another million other what if’s!  Fortunately for me Matt was on the same page.  It was a really hot night and after fighting to fall asleep and still being wide awake, Matt and I rolled outta bed.  We ran down the stairs and out the front door.  Barefoot and in our ginch.  Matt chased me around the yard with the hose.  3am in the morning in our lil town of Port Colborne we knew we had the street to ourselves!  We laughed and danced in the cold water, knowing that 18 years ago a 19 year old and 22 year old did SOMETHING right.  Our baby girl was heading to university.  The cold water ran over our skin waking us up to the fact that our family is starting a new chapter in our epic story.

Taking Taya to her dorm was one of the proudest moments of my life.  She is ready for this!  The first text I got from her after we left her at school was only three words….”This is awesome!”

After we dropped Taya off we headed to Sarnia, Tristan was in a Wakeboard comp.  Although we didn’t get to see his run we heard from everyone how he killed it taking a risk and stomping out a new trick.  He finished his season in 1st place in the Boarder Pass Triple Crown.

For a couple of nut sacks dancing in the rain we sure do have a pair of awesome kids!

Leslie
xoxo

 

Moving Into Rez

When life hands you lemons….just suck em and laugh!

This past weekend brought Tristan, Matt and I up to Bala Ontario for a Roots Wakeboard contest at What Wake Park.
On the way up we were so stoked to be heading up north to breath in that fresh air, dive into that clean water, have a camp fire and watch some wakeboarding!

After an almost 4 hour drive we found what was called a campground……which actually was an over crowded trailer park.  We had made a reservation and the folks who owned it were expecting us but decided to give our campsite away.  So in an attempt to keep us and our cash they set us up on their front lawn.  Kinda weird, no fire pit no picnic table and was on swampy wet ground.  Seeing that there wasn’t really any other options we pitched our tent and hit the town for dinner.  After dinner we came back to our “site” and piled all of our gear into the tent.  We were a lil bummed that the site really blew and we weren’t able to have a bonfire but Matt turned our moods around by suggesting that we go for a swim.  I was the first one in , then Tristan, then our dog Nixon, and then Matt took his time…..the water was cold and he may have been concerned about his balls hitting the chilly water and retreating to the inside of his body never to be seen again.  Finally he took the plunge and we were all smiling and laughing and watching little Nixon swim like a champ.

Shortly after our swim we decided it was time to get cuddly and warm up under the blankets.  Within minutes Tristan and I could hear Matt’s weird breathing thing that he does when he sleeps.  Just as I was about to fall asleep the sound of pellets hitting the tent started…..then the tent lit up with a flash of lightening followed by a big bang of rolling thunder……the rain came down like knives hitting the tent slicing through that thin layer of material that separated us from nature.  Our tent was leaking like the Titanic before it sank.  There we sat in the corner of our tent at 11pm deciding if we go down with the ship or ditch it and make a run for the car.  We ditched it and ran with our blankets, clothes, pillows and the dog to the lil VW.  We all sat in the car watching the storm happy that we had a dry place to sleep.  Funny how we really weren’t that bothered by any of what had happened….the shitty site, the leaking tent and 3 of us and a dog sleeping in a small car.  We laughed it off thinking it could be worse then fell asleep.

Tristan woke up with a sore neck but said that he had a pretty good sleep and was stoked and ready to wakeboard.  Tristan had a pretty flawless run, the type of run that no matter how he placed he would have been happy with his run….the type of run that when he was done you could see nothing but shear joy all over his face. He ended up taking first place and winning a new Sandbox Helmet.  He wore that helmet all the way to webbers, wore it while he ate his veggie burger, and for the 3 hour drive home and kept asking us from hwy 401 to the 427 to the QEW if he was dreaming this whole time…..did he really win that helmet?????  He was so happy and we were so proud!

Sometimes that best memories come from the most unlikely situations!

Leslie
xo

Sucking Lemons

Massey Hall

Weeks ago Matt and I were in the grocery store when a lady with a big smile walked up to us.  She asked Matt if he remembered who she was.  Matt replied “Yes!  You’re Tony’s Mom!”  Our friend Tony Dekker is “Great Lake Swimmers” along with his very talented band mates.  Tony’s mom had asked us if we would like to join their family to go see Great Lake Swimmers at Massey Hall.  Seeing Tony’s moms face light up with pride as she gave us the details about the show gave me goose bumps.  Of course we said YES!!!!!  Hearing anything about Tony always brings a smile to our faces.  We don’t get to see or talk to him often but still feel very much connected to him.

Last night was finally the night.  We were all so excited to go to Massey Hall.  Massey Hall!!!  Our friend is playing at Massey Hall……we were pooping our pants I can’t imagine how Tony and his family were feeling.  It’s a huge honor to play that venue.  If seeing The Great Lake Swimmers wasn’t enough I also got to see another friend open up for them.  Amy Cole and The Rural Alberta Advantage.

Amy and the band killed it.  The venue is a seated event but The RAA was totally meant to listen to standing up.  The driving drums, the rhythm of the guitar, and Amy’s back up vocals all come together like nature had intended it that way.  Seeing her up on that stage all I could feel was pride.  Tristan kept trying to keep up with the drummer while he was air drumming in his seat.  I think Taya wanted to get out of her seat and dance.

Great Lake Swimmers took to the stage like seasoned pros without any of the cockiness.  The second all of their instruments came together was the second my jaw hit the floor.  Each note was bathed in beauty.  The band as a whole fits together like puzzle.  If one piece was to get lost the puzzle wouldn’t be a puzzle at all.  They all brought something so valid to each song.  Tony, a soft spoken, smart, hansom, modest and sometimes shy man stood so well in the center of the stage at Massey Hall.  Small town Tony is big time talented!  It was so cool to see strangers enjoying his music.  To see his dad beam with pride in the aisle as we patiently waited for him to take stage, to hear his fans clap so loud after every song,  and to hear his sister Carolyn say that she was able to skype their other sister in Japan so that she could hear her brothers entire show was almost as great as hearing Tony’s music at Massey Hall.  I bet one day years from now some 20 or 30 something will be standing on stage thinking to himself this is where Tony Dekker stood oh my gosh!  I think that it is so amazing that Tony is putting his mark on the world and will have a legacy.  Not everyone can say that!

As we were driving home Taya said, “I haven’t listened to Great Lake Swimmer’s in a while but I think Tony just changed how I think about music.”
Thank you so much to the Dekker’s for including us.  You have such a beautiful family that both Matt and I admire very much.

Such a great night!
Congrats to both of our friends from lil ol Port Colborne for taking on Massey Hall last night!

Leslie
xo

Great Lake Swimmers and The Rural Alberta Advantage

Great Lake Swimmers and The Rural Alberta Advantage