My Life By a Snapshot

  Hi there, Two weeks ago, I had the honor of getting married to my best friend, adventure buddy, partner in crime, and one true love. It was such a lovely evening, only God could have put it together in such a short amount of time.  In my last blog post, I wrote about our plan to get married with two weeks’ notice. If you’d like to read the backstory, you can click here . Today, I’m going to pick up the story from where I left off. Before leaving Georgetown, I ordered some Polaroid film and my sister’s dress. Since we had such short notice, it was quicker to have these shipped to Texas for Noah to bring up to the Peace Arch with him. My own dress, however, I ordered to my grandparent’s house in Quebec. My grandmother is a seamstress, and I wanted her to be able to alter it if needed. I also ordered a mount for my tripod that would hold a cell phone because we were going to live-stream the wedding. I contacted an old friend who lives in British Columbia and asked if she would ...

Hi there, I recently read a blog post called Writing with borrowed words which I highly recommend reading. It's about a multilingual woman and the beauty of it and also the struggles it comes with. As I read I thought about the ways I could relate to this woman but also about how our journies differ. So, I thought I'd write about it, about how so often I find myself drifting between worlds. I have been given many titles throughout my life; girl, dyslexic, Christian, Australian, Canadian, French, English, missionary kid and third culture kid to name a few. Some of these labels describe all of me. I am a girl and I am a Christian. Others only describe a part of me and who I am. Yes, I am Australian... but not fully. Yes, I am French... but not fully either. This often left me feeling like I was between worlds. Especially as a teenager, I felt like I could never fully identify with anyone.  Canada day spent celebrating at a friend's cottage! I believe this sens...