One thing that I've done this winter is rediscover my family. No, I don't mean Mr D and the children, but my aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. scattered around this province.
In October, we went over to the next county for my great-aunt's funeral, and a few days later for my grandfather's 85th birthday party. It was wonderful to reconnect with people I hadn't seen in years.
Then last month, we had to go back for my grandfather's funeral. The visitation, funeral and house gathering were just as I remember when I was young - a celebration of a life, not a grieving for a death. I don't know if people outside the Maritimes do that. But it was a wonderful day.
I'm just feeling warm fuzzies when I think of my huge, incredibly loving extended family in this province. I left when I was 18, vowing that I'd never return to this (insert teenage-worthy insulting description) province. Now I'm nearly 42, with children and a French husband, and my family's arms opened wide to welcome me home.