Sydney

Our Sundays have greatly enriched my summer. I'm thankful for you and the things you appreciate, the things you notice - E Minor and a really good cup of tea and when people say your name when they're speaking to you.

I like the way you talk about people. Graciously. Enthusiastically. As if they can hear you from streets, towns, provinces away.

I like your ideas. Ice cream for lunch and classical music on your basement floor and "I just gotta go buy a ukulele real quick,".

I even like the things I tease you for - the noises you make when you drive and the way you pronounce vanilla and salsa and pillow. How you refuse to eat your cereal with milk and the way your fingers fit together like puzzle pieces.

I just like who you are and I wanted to tell you.

not quite strangers

Winnipeg Folk Festival

07/09/13

7/04/2013

07/04/2013,

Second full day at the lake,

Kazan's birthday,

The day we had beaver tails for lunch,

The day they ran out of lemons,

(so we sent Chloe and her long legs running to the nearest corner store for lemon juice)

The day we ate three huge containers of poutine with no shame,

The night on the dock,

The realisation,

(what I make from something cannot compare to what was made from nothing)

The night I got lost on my bike ride and met a man and his bus named Gus,

"It's our first trip together. Isn't he a beauty?"

(if you're going to tell me a story, know that I'm not going to want to stop listening)