Naramata Lakeside Guesthouse
This month, we celebrated our first year living in Naramata and our 35th Wedding Anniversary! In both cases, we can't believe where the time has gone.
In the last year we stripped away plaster, drywall, flooring, wiring and siding. With friends we framed, drywalled, insulated, and painted. Our tradesmen installed new electrical wiring and plumbing. We made countless trips to the dump and experienced aches and pains we never knew we had. We modernized and elevated the house to make it more comfortable. Even though it is not quite finished, it is so rewarding to see our vision take shape. One year later, we are still surprised and happy we made the move here. Thank you to all our guests who ignored the incomplete exterior and stayed with us in our first season. It was lovely to host you all.
Yesterday was another day of reflection. We were married 35 years ago in Edmonton amidst Autumn leaves, Ukrainian food, and a polka band. Growing up in northern Alberta, weekend dances were common. Kids learned how to waltz, two-step, and polka at an early age. What a great social skill to learn. Those boys sure could dance, but outside of the prairies, us girls tend to lead. In the last few years, we have taken West Coast Swing and Salsa dance lessons. Inevitably, dance practice ends up in the kitchen while we're making dinner. Whether it's the glass of wine or our ineptness, dancing makes us laugh. When we are cranky, our daughter says, "You two should dance."
This life, this journey we are on is like a dance, and we are the dancers. We meet different teachers. We take turns leading, sometimes moving forward, sometimes backward. It's hard work and it can feel awkward. We mess up, we laugh, and we try again. But when you get it right, it's awesome. Dance in the kitchen. I highly recommend it.
"And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon."
-Edward Lear, The Owl and the Pussycat
p.s. Here is a photo of Angus watching us dance.