“We’re moving to BC”

That is what Kaylie texted me the other day. She’s spent the past three weeks traveling around BC—the lower mainland, the Island, the Okanagan—just her and my mom. It’s like her dream come true. She’s had exciting days every single day and now she’s coming home to boring old home where there’s nothing to do ever.

The poor child.

(photos by my mom)

The younger two and I are heading to Edmonton today to hang out with Dawn, and to meet up with my mom who will drop Kaylie with us on Friday. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing her again, but I’m nervous that her homecoming won’t be awesome for her, as nothing trumps Grannie Time. BUT! I did buy her a new bed and cleaned her entire bedroom and she seems to be quite excited about that.

Also, we get home on Saturday evening, and Sunday she flies back to Alberta to meet up with her friend and her friend’s family. She’s got a rough life, that one. She wondered why she couldn’t go to camp this summer and I was like, KID, you’re GONE all summer! Twelve days after she returns home, she starts seventh grade.

I can barely type that without hyperventilating. I was just in seventh grade. I don’t know how this kids-grow-up-so-fast thing happens.

Also, we’re not moving (back) to BC.

Not yet, anyway.