Celebrate What Is; and What Isn't

So, a year ago, on a particularily slick Manitoba winter day..... there were two accidents in one family in one afternoon. My mother flipped their van into the ditch along a stretch of highway, not long before my daughter was struck by a car on her way (walking) across the street. It was quite a day. Incredibly, no one sustained any serious injuries. (notwithstanding the physio that our daughter has been taking for the past year for back pain....)

February 28 marked the one year anniversary of car, and van, and police car smashing. (the police officer dispatched to Arianna's accident scene never made it.... her vehicle flipped into the ditch before it quite arrived into Niverville.)

February 28 this year marked quite a different sort of event- Arianna's junior varsity basketball won the game that earned them the privelege of playing in the provincial championships coming up in Swan River a few weeks from now. Not only are they playing for provincials; but the boy's team won as well. Imagine being 14 or 15, and joining an entire team of boys travelling for six hours in a school bus... (Like I said. It's dreamy when you are fourteen- not so much at our age...)

There was only one way to celebrate such a momentous anniversary and the way that life went; instead of the way it might have been.

Bake a cake, and call it a party.

Hey. I'm pretty fond of these people.