Blowing Candles

So today is my birthday. I guess that's a worthy cause to write about. It's strange how things change when you get older. I remember a time when just having a birthday was exciting on its own account. Becoming older was something you would strive for and if your younger sister had her bithday before you- there was always the worry that she just might catch up. It was nice to have it on a weekend this year. It gave me the day to think about stuff and just enjoy it for what it was. My birthday wish this year was to have a picnic; I really didn't want anything else, just that. John thought it would be a good idea to have it on Center Island, in Toronto. The day was honestly perfect. After Church, we went to the store and picked up pizza buns, raspberries, oranges, apples, jubejubies and drinking boxes; an ideal picnic assortment. (John also bought me "Run Lola Run"- a movie I adore but never got around to buying- on the fly cause it was in a discount bin) We grabed our blanket and backpack (as well as a slingshot and marbles, but we never got around to using them)and headed out to the Island.


Conclusion: It was a beautiful day.

Things I enjoyed:
*spending time with John
*seeing seagulls try to look all puffy and intimidating
*listening to a small child trying to sing her ABC's
*seeing the smiles on the faces of people being "harassed" by Italian soccer fan cheers
*watching a flock of birds move like some kind of Gestalt picture
*listening to a sermon about the struggle with our minds, deeds and sinfulness
*sitting under a willow tree- one of the most beautiful kinds of trees there are
*sitting in a Timmy's and watching 6 bike cops come in
*watching a small boy running after a gander of geese while being photographed by his father
*the wind in my face on the ferry
*hearing so many different languages in such a short time span