Lots of people have monumental days.
Yesterday was mine.
I caught a whiff of the greatness to follow when I found myself standing in the kitchen at 7:20 am, coffee brewing, and had the profound realization that I only had to make 1 lunch, not four.
I drove over the Golden Ears Bridge for the first time. The sun was sort of shining, the golden eagles were stunning against the blue sky and I got to my parent's house in 32 minutes.
What used to be an hour and a quarter to an hour and a half trip took me 32 minutes.
God bless engineers and construction workers.
I picked up the professional pictures of The Eldest's graduation. And the brilliant and wonderful photographer Peggy Wynne gave me a bunch of extra photos that I hadn't even ordered.
The day just got better. My mom wasn't feeling well when I was there, but she called later to say she was feeling much better. You gotta love those kind of phone calls.
The Eldest wrote her final Provincial examination. She's done. She's officially finished high school.
It just got better. The Husband locked his keys in his car, so I had to drive 30 minutes to bring the extra set of keys. AND I DIDN'T TAKE ANY CHILDREN WITH ME.
After unlocking the car, The Husband took me out for a beer and pizza. And we got to sit and talk about life and it was awesome.
And if you can believe it, I topped off the day with this:
I found Waldo.
All in all, a monumental day.
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