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We went on a train trip for Valentines day - The link is below - it was so beautiful - it would have been nicer in the fall time, and I think we will do that this fall. We went with my parents, they have been married 34 years, that is pretty amazing these days. Had an odd comment asking why my parents would come with, well because we planned it together silly. They are like our best friends so it really is like going with another couple. Plus it is our choice, and we had a wonderful time. Champange, 5 course lunch, live band and an engagment on the ride 
http://www.creditvalleyexplorer.com/
Here are some pics - The pics of DH and I did not really turn out 100%, he was looking off into space LOL So for sure we will have to go back in the fall and get a better pic
http://www.creditvalleyexplorer.com/
Here are some pics - The pics of DH and I did not really turn out 100%, he was looking off into space LOL So for sure we will have to go back in the fall and get a better pic
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smc
15 February 2010 - 06:48 PM
That would be amazing in the Fall! I do a few train trips from Toronto to Ottawa and back every year with a client from work and Fall is our favorite time to go. So beautiful! How far in advance did you have to book?
Rosa
15 February 2010 - 07:02 PM
Gorgeous pics, sounds like a wonderful way to spend Valentine's Day.
Why not go with your parents....to those people who make comments, well just ignore them! I wish I could go with my parents now and I can no longer (my Dad passed away). So cherish these memories, you will look back when you are older and really appreciate these times with both of your parents together.
34 years is a feat nowadays...my parents were married 50 years before my Dad passed
Why not go with your parents....to those people who make comments, well just ignore them! I wish I could go with my parents now and I can no longer (my Dad passed away). So cherish these memories, you will look back when you are older and really appreciate these times with both of your parents together.
34 years is a feat nowadays...my parents were married 50 years before my Dad passed
Luckypenny
15 February 2010 - 07:09 PM
Awww, that sounds like so much fun. And I think it is really sweet that you went with your parens. I love doing things with my parents
smc
15 February 2010 - 09:56 PM
I forgot to mention that my parents came on our honeymoon with us... Well at least for the second week of it. They joined us in the DR and so did some friends Nothing weird about a train trip with the rents!
Nothing weird about a train trip with the rents!
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I will be a mother...
There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss
and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics, or money or because I have read more books but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.
I have longed and waited.
I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.
Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.
I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover.
I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.
I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream.
My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love.
I will be a better mother for all that I have endured.
I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain.
I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body.
I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall.
I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort.
I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs.
I listen.
And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely.
I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard.
I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.
~Unknown
and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics, or money or because I have read more books but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.
I have longed and waited.
I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.
Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.
I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover.
I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.
I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream.
My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love.
I will be a better mother for all that I have endured.
I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain.
I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body.
I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall.
I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort.
I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs.
I listen.
And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely.
I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard.
I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.
~Unknown
