32 sleeps to be precise. 32 sleeps until:
I get to wrap my arms around my mother and sisters; it's been a long 18 months. (I can't wait to see my menfolk either but as my brother was here for nearly three months last year it's not such a desperate ache.)
I get to experience the warmth of a real summer;
I get to show our closest friends the beauty and peace of the place where I come from and introduce them to all the great people I left behind (well the ones they haven't yet met);
I get to see Connor's joy at being back in Nova Scotia and watch him show off the place he has come to love nearly as much as I do.
(Hard to believe how little he was during our first visit as a family in 2006)
I get to try out some new and interesting restaurants; but more importantly get to go back to this place for amazing seafood:
I get to hug one of my oldest friends (honorary sister) and congratulate her on becoming engaged to a man that makes her happy (as well as see her new home ;)
And after nearly two years I finally get to cuddle, play with, talk to, sing and dance with, and especially just be with, this little cherub:
(Clara was only 8 months old the first and last time I saw her)
32 Sleeps... as much as I don't want to wish the pathetic British summer away, I can't help but count down the days. It can't come quickly enough.
And hopefully we will get lots of opportunities for another great photo shoot like this:
(Especially now that the three of us girls have toned up, some more than another ;)