A rare weekend at home. A chance to breathe before the storm. Cara and I will be ships passing in the night, three weeks of airports, hotel keycards, and half-drunk coffees abandoned in rental cars. Austin, Florida, Montreal. But for now, Squamish. A lull before the chaos.
Bobby’s Birthday Bash at Airhouse
Eddie soared. A blur of limbs and laughter, bouncing between trampolines like a pinball on a sugar high. Yes, dad got scolded again for breaking the rules. The Airhouse trampoline park was a jungle gym of kinetic energy, packed wall to wall with shrieking, airborne kids. Bobby’s birthday party was a melee of Gymnastics, super bounces, and the occasional accidental knee to the face. Eddie, fearless as ever, took to the trampolines like he was born to them. We lost count of how many times he jumped, flipped, and launched himself toward the heavens. He was red-faced and sweaty, grinning ear to ear. A perfect day.- Thanks Aunt Emma and Uncle Elliot.
Dumpster Diving for Gold
Dan had a different kind of adventure in mind. Some men play golf. Others fish. Me? I dumpster dive for premium firewood. Behind Nootka Saunas, tucked in an alley I found my bounty—fresh cedar off-cuts, discarded but perfect. Free firewood. The kind that burns hot and smells like the forest. I loaded up the truck, a victorious glint in my eye. “One man’s trash,” I shared. Cara, not impressed.
Eddie the Test Driver
On Sunday, Eddie took the wheel. Our neighbor has a sleek electric truck, the kind that hums instead of roars, and Eddie—being Eddie—somehow ended up behind the wheel. Hands at ten and two, eyes wide with the thrill of power. He didn't drive far (thankfully), but it was enough to plant the seed. "We need one," Colin said, watching our son take to the driver's seat like a natural. "Do we?" I countered, already calculating the cost. The debate has begun and Eddie always wins.
Park Royal Pilgrimage
While the boys were off on their various adventures, Mom made a pilgrimage of her own—to Park Royal. Shopping, in its purest form. A hunt. A strategy. A conquest. And she returned triumphant, bags in hand, eyes sparkling with the quiet satisfaction of a well-executed mission. A successful trip, no doubt.
The Calm Before the Travel Storm
This was our reset before the madness. Soon, we'll be flung across the continent—Florida for the Acosta Awards, Austin for SXSW, and Montreal for Colin’s Burst. Airports, meetings, hotel beds that aren’t quite right. But this weekend was Squamish. It was trampolines, cedar scraps and the smell of campfire. It was laughter and quiet victories. It was home.
And that, in itself, was enough.
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