I don't know if I have mentioned it on here, but my mother-in-law is in town right now. And with right now, I mean it's been twelve days, with eight more to go.*
*Not that I'm counting the days, or anything.
**I totally am.
Family is weird. I sometimes look at the mother of my husband, the man I love more than anyone in the world, and wonder. How did he turn out the way he did? They are close, yet have nothing in common. Their views of the world are polar opposites. Their ways of life are on separate ends of the spectrum. He loves life, she worries about it. His most likely answer to any question is "Yes!" - hers is almost always "No".
He is a glass-half-full kinda guy. Hers isn't even half empty - there are only dregs on the bottom of it.
When they look up, he will appreciate the blue sky - she will look at the lone cloud, worrying that more are on their way.
He is adventurous. She is cautious.
They are so different, yet they share the same heritage, blood, and culture.
Like I said, family is weird.
Then there is me. Grown up in a completely different generation, different family, different circumstances.
We met in about the most random place you can imagine: In the middle of nowhere, first time there for both of us. One of us in desperate search of a way out of the trap her life had become - the other on a family vacation.
We recognized each other. Instantly. We looked into each others eyes, and saw a connection that went deeper than mere physical attraction. Our souls, alone before, found their spiritual twin.
We just knew.
Our finding each other was so unlikely, such an incredible coincidence, it makes my head spin. We often marvel how that happened. Was there a higher power at work? Was it fate?
We will never know.
All I know is: We have a million things in common. Much more than our blood relatives have in common with each of us. We get each other.
I may look at the mother of the love of my life with exasperation at times. I may have taken more deep, desperately-needing-to-calm-down breaths over the last twelve days than I have all year.
But then my sense of humour returns, and I can't help but laugh at the unlikelihood of it all.
Her and him, being mother and son. It's about as likely as him and me being soulmates.
Yet, both scenarios are true.
Isn't life awesome? So unpredictable, crazy, and full of magic.
I took these photos a few days ago when we went into Vancouver for a tourist day. We had a delicious seafood lunch at the Marina Grill, went to the Aquarium, and hung out in Stanley Park.
My intentions for this post were completely different: I wanted to make it about the day, the city, and my thoughts about it.
But then my fingers took over, and what you just read happened.
And it feels right. So I'm keeping it!