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Thank you

to D's parents for picking us up at the airport, making us yummy scrumptious bbq, continuing to house boxes of our stuff that AGAIN i did not get time to go through, for taking us back to the airport.....

to D's sisters L and S, for hanging out, catching up and of course, sitting in the sun....

to little B and tiny L for being so cute and full of energy.....

to J and Z for showing up after a romantic ring-getting dinner, for providing the wine, staying up late even though you both had to work so early, for the great conversation......

to my T.Dot friends for dropping everything mid-week to spend time with an old pal....

to J and L, the beautiful couple who's fairytale wedding was more than inspiring and who's smiles made me smile for many days after....

to E and the Tyeger - little man, you are cuter than you know. it's almost harder to write to you now that we've met but I'm sure i've got a few more words of wisdom to share. your mom is such a super lady. not sure what i would do without her. it's weird to think that we can get together and everything is exactly as it was when we were 16.....

to TLO for preparing to get married so that we could all have a great excuse to surprise you for your bachelorette and for understanding why i couldn't be there on your special day....

to my Grandma N for hosting a girl-generation evening at her house. so nice to reconnect with older relatives, expecially when you get to have your mom there...

to my mom for being home every sunday when I call so that when we see each other in person, it feels like we have always been hanging out, for giving me the best quality time with you, for all the laughter and for helping me find a dress WITH STRAPS......

to my dad who continues to be the life of the party, for remembering to bring us CDs of the band's latest music, for still giving the best guy hugs in the world.......

to my sister C who amongst her boxes and first-home-buying stress managed to spare moments for sister time, for letting me eat her bagels, for letting me crash on her couch, for letting me swim in her pool, for letting me host her here in Belfast in 4 weeks time!!....

to my Grandma P for always having food ready when i arrive, for still holding onto that N. Irish accent, for staying up late partying, for hugs....

to my cousins, one who will be a dad very soon, one who's flashy car was the hit of the party, one who will be off on her own adventure soon, for pulling together for the human pyramid picture we are always talking about....

to Canadian karma for giving me such great Canada day vibes, wonderful sun and a spectacular holiday....

now, off to battle jet lag....

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