This past weekend was Victoria Day Weekend, or commonly known as “May 2-4” up here in Canada. At least, that’s what we used to call it! “Back in the day” Victoria Day Weekend was to be celebrated. Hard.
yah know cause I’m such a partier It was to be toasted with that 2-4 of beer. This weekend meant camping, rain or shine. Heading to the beach ‘cause summer was here! It was planning fabulous cocktails and kicking off the summer season in style. New swim suits, the biggest parties, no sleep. Sleep was for old people. It. Was.. The. Best.
This past weekend? Well it was all kinds of different. I did not party hard. I did not head to the beach. There was no camping, (but I hate camping!) There were not any new swimsuits because buying a new swimsuit is like some kind of torture and the BIG confession; I did not consume one beer. Not one. Hangs Canadian head in shame. Then a realization.
I did things my own way this long weekend. I slept in, drank Starbucks, and shopped on-line for purses..they always fit. I booked a cottage for our summer vacay. I ate ice cream with my girls and had a small BBQ, just for our family of four and their girls friends. A steak and lobster kind of BBQ with a great glass of wine! Perfection.
As I watched my girls jumping on the trampoline, and dash through the dark with sparklers, did I feel like there was something missing from my first long weekend of the summer? Not a chance. This Victoria Day Weekend, I’m counting my blessings one spark at a time.