So, here we go. Now, that I have officially started this journey, I feel like I should give you a little bit of my back story. I am an "almost 30" year old girl living in a small-town (and when I say small, I mean small, approximately 500 people). I grew up on a grain farm in rural Canada. I have two younger brothers, who I can truthfully say I think may be two of the greatest people I know. I matriculated high school and went on to university. After two years, I realized that I still didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up and felt that attending university just for the sake of going wasn't the best idea for me. Truthfully, looking back, I think a lot of the reason why I dropped out was also because I was trying to escape a bad relationship and had just lost two friends in two difference car accidents. I took a job at a local financial institution and moved home. I would love to finish my university degree now. It's a huge regret of mine that I didn't finish it at the time, but I figure everything happens for a reason. After moving home, I met my future-husband, a local man who was older than me and although we knew who each other were, had never gotten to know each other.
I have been married for almost five years to my best friend, G. He is the first person I want to talk to when I have a story to tell and I feel fortunate to have such an awesome partner (but that's not to say that he doesn't drive me crazy some days). I have a three year old daughter, M. She keeps me on my toes and makes me laugh everyday, and cry out of frustration at least once a week. I also have 10 month old identical twin boys, D and R. Twins has been a lot of work, but they are an absolute joy as well. Watching them interactive and the special bond that they so obviously share is a marvel of nature. The rest of my twin experience, well, let's just say that's a whole other post. Short story: I found out we were expecting twins half-way through my pregnancy and we had serious complications. I am so fortunate to have two healthy, happy boys and I am thankful everyday for the blessings I have been given.
I am raising my family is the same town that both myself and my husband grew up in. We live close to both sets of parents, as well as two of our siblings. Sometimes I wonder, is this is a little too close, but for the most part, we are happy here. I love that our children will be raised in a small town and that they will have the same sense of community growing up that I did.
Some days I miss the city. I miss the hustle and bustle and the easy access to everything: fast food, clothes, diapers. I miss the way you can fade into the crowd in a city. You can go somewhere and never have to stop to have a five minute conversation with everyone you see because no one knows who you are. But at the same time, it's nice living where "everyone knows your name" and wants to hear how your kids are doing. And I love the prairies, the never ending horizon and the wheat fields blowing in the wind. It sounds so cliched, but it's true. I think it's a beautiful sight.
