My advice to you, my good friends... Never laugh at your parents!

When my parents moved into the deep Canadian forest I wondered if they would have modern conveniences such as electricity or Internet. They assured me they could get both, solar energy and satellite Internet! I laughed hard, I mean hard, at my parents Internet provider. Explorenet...o.k who has ever heard of explornet? I laughed as I told them they were going way back in time! Well what goes around comes around, right! Here I live not half hour from Calgary and the only Internet provider we could get for our new home was...wait for it...Explornet! Satellite Internet! There is a limit of how much satellite we can use in twenty-four hours if we go over our limit we get this uber slow, going back a decade in time slow Internet. The reason there has been no blog post over the weekend was because I downloaded a album off itunes and zapped our allowance... I just wanted to make sure you knew the reason why I was posting Sundays post today. And I have learnt my lesson never to laugh at my parents!

P.S I found the decadent bouquet of love and words that moistened my eyes awaiting me in my kitchen this morning... life could not have a more beautiful high then dandelions and love words from a child!

Now you've got my feet on the life path,
all radiant from the shining of your face.

Ever since you took my hand,
I'm on the right way.

Psalms 16:11 Message

I love it when afternoons are given away gladly to visiting, stories, friendship. Sometimes there are people in your life that thankfulness abounds because they are part of you. We have those people, many people. Yesterday some of those people filled our home.

Just weeks before Roger was born, his Dad tragically passed away. He was born in a time of sorrow bringing peace to those grieving, filling the arms of emptiness. The love and bond he has with his mother is powerful, one I have always admired. I know the two of them journeyed many hours of tears together. Growing up Roger craved his Dad’s family, spending every moment he could at his grandparents and every summer with his Uncles. He lost a father and gained more. His uncles spent the time raising Roger in the ways of the Smith family. Instilling in him qualities his Dad would have wanted in his son, those of a cowboy, work ethic, love for country living, manliness lost to our society, and a natural love for God. They passed down stories of his father, valued by us more precious then gold. I know Roger is who he is because of the people God brought to him in his loss. I have heard a hundred times since falling in love with ‘my’ Stanley, that he is just like his Dad. He walks like him, has the same lop-sided smile, a peacemaker, same ‘conquer all’ spirit and is a worshiper just like his Daddy Stan.

My son now holds the name of his Grandpa, the name his Daddy proudly carried all these years, and was honoured to pass it on to his own boy. Our prayer is our son will live in the strength of his heritage. Gleaning from the stories of his Grandpa Stanley. Living on his shoulders. The way Roger has, placed there by his uncles, mother and grandparents.

One of Roger’s Uncles came to visit and brought a gift...his Dad’s pilot's license and a picture of his Dad flying his airplane. A cherished gift, an heirloom, a treasure for life.

Ofcourse they came with thoughtful presents for each...

It has been a beautiful week drinking in the pleasantry of new-born life. I love the first week, with magic hanging all around! I wanted and tried to hold my breath as time moved forward. It all goes so fast these first moments. I have been blessed to spend this week escaped from life simply drinking in my son. Most moments all five of us were slithered together in my queen size cuddling the babe. It was perfect!

Yesterday we had to leave the nest to bring Lachlan to his Dr. appointment. I bathed him for his first outing. I think baby bath time will be a grand advent around here. We had four camera’s shooting from all angles…

He has gained a good ‘man-size’ amount of weight. The Dr. praised his broad shoulders. My heart fluttered at the praise…my boy has broad shoulders!

When we got home I realised he had a fresh clean belly button. I cried, joy and sadness. He is now a week- already changed. His first days end with a declaration: the boy has captured us completely…



These were taking of his bath at the hospital. I am sure you are as eager as me to see my screaming-naked baby!