It's been three years since we stepped into a church and put rings on each other's fingers. Three years ago we were scrambling with the help of our family and friends to make a big deal out of something so simple. We danced and we ate food and we laughed and cried with the best of them that day. I still remember how handsome he looked and how I much I danced and how happy everyone was. And we're still happy.

We have a silly way of celebrating our day. Sometimes we just go for a beer and a movie, or a walk outside. Just like any other day. And we reminisce on the wedding events, who made us the craziest? Who was the drunkest? Which speech made us cry the most? (Answer to that one: all of them.)


This year we actually planned an outing. A date for two to Wolfe Island to try out the new and supposedly improved Wolfe Island Grill. Only that day, of all days, they were closed. No answering machine message. Nothing on their Facebook page, or Twitter. I called a couple of times and the last time someone picked up and was like "Ooooohhh.... yeah... we're doing renovations today? Yeah. Sorry!"

I have to say that we were very disappointed but we didn't let it get us down. It was a nice ferry ride anyway and we can always count on Kingston to feed us.


I'm growing my hair long again. I will ignore everyone who tells me no. I already know it's a nest of tangles and strings, I have dreams too people! Hair dreams are important dreams.

I still like to play dress up every now and then. Having a dress code for your job is making me feel like a crazy person. I have been wearing dark colours for the dollar for years now so when I see colour it's like fireworks.

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Another night, another outfit. We went on the dinner cruise with Brian's work. It had been a very long time since we had a super fancy meal. We sat amongst tourists from Belleville and enjoyed the comedic stylings of Billy Bridges.


And we got to drive the boat!

There are soo many baby ducks and squirrels in Kingston right now! I've been watching the family of squirrels near our street play, hoping that they don't become one with the pavement like so many do.

We have our gray days too. Like today. And the day before last. These days remind me of Victoria, the first days I lived there. And when I was in Victoria I would be reminded of Kingston where the limestone and the sky are one and the same.

Brian's new job is running him all around town but it suits him just fine. He's managing the tour trolleys in Kingston. If you are from the YGK you know those trolleys bumping around the downtown well. He's always been a person that people know, though he would never admit it. He's too humble for that. Kevin made this up at Wallack's and it looks much better in person! If you look closely the license plate says BR1AN.

We drove to Perth, Ontario for a Mother's Day outing with the in-laws. It was a lovely evening and I was having all kinds of nostalgia flooding back to me. Being near the Tay River, close to the bridge were we'd jump off from. Close to the beautiful 1800s home I lived in. I would love to live there again but I'd have to have a lot more money than I have right now to make that happen.

If you don't already follow me on instagram, do it! I post there every day, sometimes twice a day. Because if I put down my phone for a second my heart will stop. At least that's what I've been told. I've been picking up my camera again, timidly trying to get back into the photography spirit. Now if only I could find where I put my damn battery.