We spent Easter in the city. Colton was in a hockey tournament at the Gemini. So Mom and Dad came in. Tal was around. TK and Darla came and spent the weekend at the rink. Trent and his family were in and out of the city as well, Trent playing in Battleford and us bringing the baby girls to the rink. My Boyer family was also around, as my nephew was playing.
We ate rink burgers. Sipped on Tim Horten’s (me on Starbucks). The Campbell girls ran wild with their older Boyer cousins. It was chaos. The smell of sweat and smoking was in the air. The random roars of parents and fans as their team scored. The childlike screaming as kids ran back and forth, sugared up and feeling res-wild.
Man, I missed this. I was raised in rinks, both my older brothers playing and then me and my little brother playing a few years ourselves. I had spent a many weeks of my youth, wondering around the Gemini, making friends, and later, meeting boyfriends. Eeeeeee, what a time. It was hilarious and good to be back as an adult, watching our own kids play and run.
Then we found Easter eggs, a small basket of goodies, and back to the rink we went. Ava spent the night Sunday night, and we walked, played and laughed. It was a weekend of family. Of food. Of chocolate an laughter. Of blatant lies (“yes, the Easter Bunny told me you better listen”) and creative wording (“I don’t think you’ve aged at all!”). Ahhhh, my family. How I love them.
