Out of the Comfort Zone

So, this summer, my husband and I decided to get to work improving our backyard and adding a dog run for the newest addition to our family. Let me start by saying that we are the type of people that hire others to work on the projects around our house... we're not too handy. Not this time, though. Oh, no. We're going this one alone. Plenty of lessons have been learned along the way... Organization is one of my strengths, but I've learned that this usually applies in an area where I've got some knowledge. In areas that are outside of my wheelhouse, well, that's a different story apparently. Just when I thought I had everything all settled, all of my ducks in a row, I found that there were details I had missed. Things were not off to a stellar start.  Once we figured out what we needed and put things in place, we were off and running. Or so you'd think... Digging ditches, hauling gravel and replacing flagstones is legitimate physical labour. Who knew? My husban...

So, in a few days I will have the distinct pleasure of seeing my bestie again. You see, three years ago, my husband and I decided to uproot our little family and move out to Calgary from our little town of Mont-Tremblant in Québec. Big risk, big reward. I've been deliriously happy in my new city, and I'm loving not just my new role but also my new school. But along with the good comes the not-so-good. I miss my best friend. Almost twenty years ago, a connection was forged between two young women in a tourist town. What began quite innocently enough while working at the local Tex-Mex restaurant developed into a lasting friendship. My bestie has seen me at my best... and at my very worst. Now, don't get me wrong. I have a husband who completes me in every way, including being my partner and friend, but a girl can't survive without a best girlfriend. If you don't already know this, take my word for it. What I appreciate about Mel is that she asks all the right ques...