Flurry of Events

It all started in a flurry of events twenty eight years ago. We were out having supper with friends in Vancouver when symptoms occurred, that told me I was in labor. According to my calender I was two weeks early. We ended our meal abruptly and scooted home as fast as we could. John dropped me off at the hospital and he ran home to milk those cows.
Of course he arrived just in time for her delivery. A beautiful daughter arrived at 12:45pm on January 27 weighing in a 7 lbs 8 oz. We have enjoyed watching Suzanne develop into a wonderful young woman filled with passion for living life to the fullest.
Here we are 28 years later celebrating another birthday with many of her friends hanging out drinking coffee around the kitchen island. How quickly those year pass by and it's been a joy to be part of her life.

Quite early in her life she let us know that she loved animals. Living on a farm allowed us to share this life style with her. At the age of 12 she became the proud owner of her own horse, called Cheval and it was exactly one year ago today that we had to make the decision to put down the family horse. With sadness we all said Goodbye but with happy memories
Sure enough a year passed by again and she arrives on our door step with the most beautiful Labradoodle. Being well aware that we never had dogs in our home growing up, she has now replaced the horse barn to use it as a dog kennel for her new puppy Drift.

Suzanne has added much color to our life. Your confidence, self-esteem, spiritual and emotional security are foundations for the rest of your life. Press on girl and go for your dreams.

Today I'm reminded as I sit by my window watching the snow fly in all directions, how it has been such an honor to share life during the flurry of activities and events that have made you the woman you are today. I remember asking God that I could be the right mother for you and care for you, as long as God loaned you to us.
Let me continue to see the importance of each moment, and cherish each special time.

Marg