Once upon a time a little baby boy was born in an eastern town in Nova Scotia. Halfway across the country in a westward-ly direction from there and nineteen months later a little baby girl was born on the rolling prairies in Manitoba. No one would know at that time that their paths would cross in fourteen years. Very different lives lived would meet in a small city in southwestern Manitoba. This won’t be an in depth story of our lives before meeting but this is will be the beginning of the love story God had planned for us… this is how Jeffrey and I meet.
We both remember it a little differently but my mom was definitely a part of both of our memories. My mom always was very welcoming to new people she’d see in church and when she spotted Jeffrey’s family in church that one Sunday morning she sure as thunder follows lightening was going to welcome them. I always liked meeting the new people too! I would stand right by her side knowing she’d introduce me and maybe start talking about some accomplishment I had done… ya I know, really selfish. So this Sunday morning my mom went and talked to the new family and seeing they had kids I tagged along. Mom introduced me as “My oldest daughter Regan. She is turning 13 in a week.” Then they introduced Jeffrey’s youngest brother, and he had just turned 13 about a month earlier.
Now pausing the story right there. When I was younger I always prided myself with being the oldest. I was held back a year for kindergarten so I was always the oldest in my classes at school. I was the oldest at home. I was the oldest/second oldest of both sides of grandchildren. I just always was the oldest! So when I’d hear that someone was only a month… only a MONTH… older then me it always tended to bug me a little. So there's a tiny glimpse into my thought process.
Since Jeffrey’s brother was only a month younger I immediately didn’t like him or his parents for having him a month before me. Ya, my logic at the time was a little skewed. I don’t remember meeting Jeffrey at that time but I do remember finding out that they were homeschoolers and we would probably be seeing more of them.
Fast forward three years, of not liking and trying to avoid their family at any events we, to a conference that we both attended. Dad, myself and their family decided to go for a quick supper. Recently I had been given the amazing opportunity to lend my voice for a music artist that was a family friend (link to the song and I must unbiasedly add that it is amazing! Take a listen to the rest of his stuff!). That came up in the supper conversation between me and Jeffrey’s mom, she mentioned that Jeffrey was interested in creating music… I decided to try and hook him up with our family friend. Through that Jeffrey and I started emailing each other about music and photography. We gained a connection over our hobbies and interests. Jeffrey told me that when he signed off one email “Your brother in Christ” he had prayed and debated signing off that way for a long time because that was his way of telling me he liked me….and guess what... I took it that way! From that point on we knew we both liked each other.
I’ve been sitting here for hours.
Nobody wants me.
I watch the people walk by and some stop and stare at me but most don’t.
Everyone has their own life… their own problems.
I sigh and wish someone would notice that I look nice!
That I want to be chosen!
I stare into the eyes of a six year old kid as they put their hands up to the window.
It’s a little girl.
She has a nice floral dress on.
She is pointing at me!
She wants me!
But as has happened a to many times my friend gets taken instead of me.
A middle aged man is next.
He didn’t even glance at me though.
He is talking to a person with a uniform on.
She looks at me and the rest of my friends and nods at the man.
He takes out a credit card.
Next thing I know I’m being lifted out of my basket!
I’ve been chosen!
I have a new home!
It is a long drive to that new home.
I’m so anxious to see the smiling faces look down at me and want ME!
I’m carried into a place that seems pretty quiet.
Some people laugh once in awhile, and I hear a door open and close now and then.
Finally someone looks down on me!
But as is normal no one picks me up.
I lay there.
Me and another.
Placed in a cold place we shiver for days on end.
I have lost count of how many days I’ve been in this cold place.
Finally the someone looks at me again.
I’m to cold to care.
Wait they picked me up!
They put me in another place and I am warmed up.
But I know I will never be who I once was.
I have lost myself somewhere.
Probably in that cold place.
The person, a young woman, looks at me and at her phone smiling and taking pictures.
I feel sorry for her because I am a week old donut and I am not what I once was.
In my experience having connections in the military has only given me more opportunities to be exposed to different aspects of life, namely aviation.
I love when I get these opportunities to do things that most people wouldn’t get to do! One of those experiences took place March 16th, 2017. Due to my family friend military connections I had the amazing experience of touring NAV Canada in Winnipeg!
To most of you NAV Canada sounds like a really boring name, but let me explain what this is before you close this page… but warning it may get a little detailed... if you like learning then read on!
Hello my dear readers!
Today I have a story for you… about addictions. Yup.
Now I have never experienced a drug addiction or anything like that, but I think I may have experienced a "slight" addiction to my IPhone. Here’s how I found that out.
I was 14 months into my 24 month contract. I was actually fairly pleased with myself and how well I had taken care of my phone, there wasn’t a crack or scratch on the screen or anywhere on the phone. It work as well as any iphone and I kept it organized and updated at all times. We were camping at a national park in Manitoba and my boyfriend had come out for the the day that day. Him and I found a not so well used trail that led you to some really nice spots by a shore that overlooked the lake there. We climbed onto some rocks to sit down and talk and enjoy the view for a while, sitting down on a rock I took my phone out of my pocket and placed it on my lap. After a while of sitting there I forgot that my phone was on my lap and while laughing I leaned forward and my phone fell off my lap and in between some rocks in the water. I panicked and quickly got it out but quickly wasn’t quick enough and my phone shorted out. I went and bought rice and tried a lot of things to dry it out but it was gone, R.I.P my dear gold IPhone 6S.
My first thought was about how I was going to get my blog out. I do most of it on my phone surprisingly. (So that’s why it wasn’t out quite on time.) Second thought was about people that contact me on Instagram because you can only direct message through the app. I wasn’t worried about losing stuff because as I mentioned, and am very thankful, I kept things updated and backed up. Although I was upset I figured it was better that this happened then it getting stolen because I kept a lot of information on my phone. But as the days wore on I caught myself automatically reaching for my phone to know the time or to randomly check a package delivery time or to check instagram or to look up a word or to check my bank account balance. I also would use my phone light to wake myself up in the morning when I had a hard time getting up, never mind that though because my phone was my only clock and alarm in my room! How was I going to get up in the morning?! (luckily I have a digital watch that I need for flying that has alarms on it.) OH! and wait! My boyfriend and I are now back at our old stomping grounds of telephone calls or email to get ahold of each other… no spontaneous get together planning over text message, or good mornings and good night text popup.
It’s been a challenge honestly. Which is actually sort of strange to me because I have taken breaks from my phone and social media before. But my brain has been playing weird things… it’s almost as though my phone brainwashed me like in a creepy sci fi movie. My calendar was on the phone (which I may just get myself a booklet now because I don’t know what I’ve all missed /:) In a very weird strange way I was becoming more and more dependant on my phone. It’s not good and it’s not healthy at all. I don’t know right now if I even want a phone again. I probably will end up getting another one but at this point I want to kill that dependency on that screen. As someone said to me, this is probably a blessing in disguise!