mosquitoes.

Believe it or not- these, too, can be a blessing. Here's how I felt it this weekend...
We went to Waterton with our children (and the dog- of course). This was yesterday. Naturally, I brought a small variety of fleece, rain jacket, windbreaker, down vest-type protection against the almost inevitable wind one expects to find in this beautiful place- especially at this uncertain season of the year! Imagine my delighted surprise when we found ourselves visited by these insects. It was a little peace offering from the usually gusty weather. I took it as such, and soaked up the warm sunshine. Ahh. I should add that the rest of the day out was pretty perfect; it wasn't just the mosquitoes that made my day! We'd brought bikes, and my family really enjoyed riding there... I enjoyed one of my favorite pictures- my crazy children on a playground... I had that lovely strawberry ice cream in a waffle cone so freshly made that it was a little chewy in one of the folds. :)
We roasted smokies and I ate ripple chips... I sat on the pebbly beach with my girls and watched the river come pouring into the lake at our feet... A really golden day- and the more so because it was so delightfully un-breezy and warm! Don't get me wrong- there are still places even in the village where the snow is drifted well higher than our heads!
Speaking of heads, my boy leaned his head down on my shoulder today in church. Can I even tell you how happy this makes me? (Tickled pink. :)
And one more thing... after church we brought home a pretty, but very thin little kitty who was outside. No collar or tags, and we hope the SPCA won't call back to say, 'Yes, someone has been looking for her.' Because we like her, and we've named her Sundae. She is white, with little carmelly-colored patches. We shall see. In the meantime, she is definitely a treat for us, and she holds her own against Jasper's friendly little overtures! He wags his tail, and she growls and glares. Perhaps they will turn out to be great friends...? We can always hope!

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