As you have probably figured out, I’m running a little behind on my little 30 day of honesty adventure. The hosting company had an attack on their servers which created some problems and I’ve been so busy that the only time I’ve really spent at the computer is when I’ve been working.
I’m happy to say that for the next three days I’ll be home for the most part, with the exception of picking Hein, Desere and the boys up at the airport on Sunday. They’ve been in Greece for the last 11 days, so it will be great to see them all again. Desere and I have a date at Starbucks.
I do have much to talk about, but little time- especially if I want to catch up before I have to start my work day- So, here goes.
Day 17- Describe your favorite memory- in great detail.
Wow! These seem to be getting harder and harder. Either that or I’m actually having to think about the answers. This one is extremely difficult to me because I have so many favorite memories that there is no way I could dare quantify one as my absolute favorite. Instead, the memory I share is one of my favorite- of many.
The year was 2005 and my parents, Marcel and I took a trip to Scotland. My dad’s ancestors are from Scotland and for as long a I can remember he wanted to visit the ancestrial castle (where some of our distant relatives still live). We spent a week in the country and dad drove us through the countryside. We were amazed at how different the weather could be from one moment to the next, but finally after being there several days we crossed over the Skye bridge and headed onto the Isle of Skye, which is where the McLeod ancestry is from.
I’d actually emailed back and forth with the people at the castle and they tried to get us connected with John McLeod (who lives in the castle with his family), but he was out of the country the week that we were there. Even still, we toured the castle and it’s truely one of the most amazing places I’ve ever been. Possibly because I know it’s owned by family, but also because it’s beautiful. The gardens are gorgeous.
One of my favorite moments came when we were walking down the path towards the castle. We couldn’t see it yet, but mom and dad were walking in front of us, and it hit me that diddy (my word for daddy) was having one of his biggest dreams come true right before my very eyes. I couldn’t help but cry at the magnitude of that moment. Even now, when I think about it, I find myself with tears in my eyes. The joy that it brought me to see him realize one of his dreams was beyond words.