This post is getting tapped out just before I get going to get home from Lethbridge. Having grown up in this part of the province, it’s always a sentimental trip. This time was a little different. With one more little person in the family, it got me thinking about what the world may have been like when I was that size as I passed through Brooks, Taber, and obviously Lethbridge.
But this was for work, and without the little ones. I’m thinking that one day I’ll really have to bring the kids through all the old stomping grounds. Even though for some of those places, it was more tapping and pitter patting than stomping.
In the mean time, we are getting ready for another first Christmas. I’ve got icicle lights to put up this weekend.