When my very dear friend Chrissy picked me up for lunch my first new day at Mom’s, it was as though the years since our last visit were mere moments. I’d forgotten how much I missed her bright smile! We laughed over lunch, laughed while we walked the beach, and laughed again on the drive back. The next day we went for a very long walk and talked about things only good friends talk about. You know your friendship is true when time stands still between visits, when stories flow, laughter comes readily, and the quiet moments are easy. I love you to the moon and back Chrissy!

My entire time in Nova Scotia was like this, really! Whether sitting with Mom, visiting with Peter, or chatting with Bob, every moment was easy. When my sister in law arrived, I couldn’t get up for a hug fast enough. The love I felt when we held onto one another was so full and ran so deep. Blood doesn’t make us sisters, but love sure as hell does! Although this is my ex-husband’s family, they have always been mine too. I may have divorced him, but not everyone else. This trip made me realize how much time I’ve wasted being angry when I could have been coming home to heal instead. I am so very blessed to have two moms and sisters from other misters across the country!

Home cooked meals, beach combing, poking around antique shops, evening drives to Cape Forchu, a birthday celebration, and the feels that come only from being home made leaving so hard. Each time I’ve left, I’ve cried. This time was no different. I’d said all my “See you soons”, packed up Jules, and set out for home. My trip was officially half over and it was time to point west. The first 5 minutes were spent ugly-face crying in my helmet. Stupid map makers put Nova Scotia way too far from Alberta and I wasn’t sure when I’d get the chance to come home here again.