There is the sound of heavy breathing. And it’s coming from me. Because my nose is so clogged all I can do is pant from my mouth. I caught Steve’s cold and it’s been hanging on for dear life.
“Good morning, Summerland Baptist Church.”
“Hello there. I just threw up and need someone to bring me some ginger ale. Canada Dry.”
Will do.
I field some of the strangest calls here. Fun times.
This weekend Kristin and Martin came from Calgary for a visit. Though the journey was long and their stay short, it was a wonderful treat to see them.
The stretch marks? They’re here.
Just the beginning hints of them, but there’s no denying their arrival.
We donned our swimming costumes and stepped onto the pool deck to see our aquasize instructor limping around with a mop in hand. “What happened to you?” we asked.
As the apple trees begin to bud and the valley cloud lifts to reveal the sunshine and the lake warms and the ice cream shops reopen and the days lenthen and the breeze softens, I am reminded of what an amazing place Sum