Good Evening Friends!
I’d like to start this post by wishing each of you a wonderful new year filled with amazing surprises and maybe even an adventure or two. I sincerely hope that everyone had a fantastic holiday season and spent the time relaxing with family and friends.
My holidays began with a trip to Nova Scotia, where I spent 10 days with family, laughing until my cheeks hurt. It’s no secret that my dad and I are huge jokesters and are usually trying our hardest not to get scolded by mom when our pranks get out of control. This year, however, we spent most of our time competing for my 4 month old niece’s attention and smiles, and forgot to put plastic spiders under each other’s pillows. I suppose that means next Christmas will be one filled with epic pranks.
One of the most incredible photos I have from my trip to Nova Scotia, is one my husband snapped without my knowledge, while I was brushing my grandmother’s hair. My nana is 96, and her health has been wavering the past few months, which made it imperative that we make the 6.5 hour drive to see her. The first time I saw the photos, I teared up uncontrollably because in that moment, I remembered every soft word she’d ever spoken to me, every peppermint she gave me in church, every hug, every time I brushed her hair, and it just moved me tremendously.
We share a birthday, and as a little girl each year on our birthday she would always sit me down and tell me a story about when she was a little girl. I’ve forgotten many of them now, but it was my favourite time of year—well maybe next to Christmas when she allowed me to eat as much fudge as I wanted. I think I should probably mention that she is very particular and doesn’t like for many people to touch her hair, however, she tells me I have angel hands and always gets me to do it. My nana is the most soft spoken woman, yet her words are often so powerful that they stop you immediately in your tracks and make you think. I spent a year living with her and my grandfather in high school when my grandpa was very sick and she needed the extra help and company.
My trip went from one extreme to the other in a matter of hours. In the morning I spent time brushing my 96 year old nana’s hair, and in that same evening, I played super auntie to my sick 4 month old niece. I have never loved another human the way I love this child. The fact that I have this crazy indescribable love for her makes it easier to understand why my mother continues to worry about me to this day. (I love you too, mom!).
The laughs, the cries…oh the cries, the coos while she slept, the way she spit her food half way out when I fed her for the first time, the way she was captivated with water during bath time are all permanently saved in my memory bank. I cannot wait until her first tooth, first steps, and of course her first word—which i’m 99% sure will be GEE (I’m auntie Gee)! This little girl has her entire life ahead of her while my grandmother’s is drawing to an end, and I will try my best to teach her some of the important lessons that her great grandmother, my nana, taught me. I am not being morbid, I want my nana to be around forever, but I also understand that her leaving is a natural part of life and want to honor her in the best way that I can. I will teach my niece that kindness is a better reaction than anger and spitefulness, that women deserve to be treated with respect, and of course i’ll teach her to make amazing brown bread. Okay, so maybe i’ll leave that to my sister since i’m celiac and have never really gotten my grandmother’s recipe down, but I think you get the idea.
I have some announcements coming for the new year, but i’ll leave that for another post. I’m starting a 14 day detox on Monday, so check out my instagram for daily pics on how that progresses! Until my next post, stay beautiful.