I'm a few days later than promised,
but I'm here.
Bring out the balloons. ;-)
I've spent the past few days doing what i can for my mother
who is living with cancer.
There's been a lot of feeling helpless around here lately,
and i'm learning that sometimes in life,
the only thing one can really do is love.
So i show my love with homemade carrot and ginger soup for mom...
Mom and i have been talking about a lot of things lately...
I was born in the USA, along with my 2 brothers.
We moved with my parents to Canada when i was about 6 years old.
My parents are both Acadians and french Canadians.
When i was younger, i was confused about who I was.
When we lived in the US, we spoke french in the house,
but english as soon as we stepped out the door.
Was I American?
My parents and grandparents and their parents were Acadians...
Because my ancestors were Acadian,
was i Acadian?
We moved to Canada when i was young
and I quickly identified with Canada as my home.
Was i Canadian?
I may have been all of these things, but more than anything,
I was a human being.
That was enough for me.
I now realize that these things are so unimportant in life...
I was raised with love.
Nothing else matters, really.
At least not to me.
I often wish the world would stop bickering
So unimportant, in the grand scheme of things...
The painting in progress...
You know there's gonna be dots and swirls...
and fragile hearts.
Wishing you all a peaceful, healthy, happy week...