It's a wonderful day in the neighborhood...

Yesterday morning upon finding out we were not indeed having a playmate come over to entertain my darling television addicted child, I got us dressed and out the door pronto to enjoy a walk ala newborn style. Don't get me wrong we walk; heck we live in Steveston we walk everyday, but it's the way we walk that has changed. When Cole was a wee babe of 10 pounds or so we would take lovely long walks and take in the nice weather the beautiful crisp air and the fluffy white clouds, we could walk forever, and then somewhere along the way it changed, we started walking out of nessesity, we still took walks all the time but they were to get somewhere, be it the post office, the toy shop (for jer not cole) the grocery store, the library, the park, the community centre, or even Steveston coffee, it was like we needed to have a destination or a treat at the end. So yesterday we took the long dyke way, walked, not to get anywhere just to enjoy the wonderfulness that is our neighborhood, to point out the dogs, the ducks, the turtles, the squirrels, the rabits, the crows, the horses, the frogs, the cranes,the snow geese the eagles and hawks and yes the baby calf in the pasture being born right in front of our eyes. That's right, my 20 something self and my 20 something month old saw for the first time, the birth of a baby calf. In the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city, along the beautiful and oh so misty and peaceful dyke, we watched with awe as a baby calf slipped out and her mamma started cleaning her up and trying to get her to take her first steps. As one passerby said, and life goes on eh? We all cheered and clapped along with the farmer and the few standing and watching, and I felt a part of it. In the middle of this crazy world it was a beautiful sight to see and to share with my son so early on such a lovley day to be born, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love my neighborhood, I love having the water minutes from my door, and the peace that that stretch of dyke brings, I love having a farm load of animals mere steps from our house, to share with Cole, and I love having this little Village of Steveston to call my home. Yesterday I popped back into a shop where I purchased a wee sign for our kitchen a few days ago to ask about hanging it, the shop owner said bring it on in, your one of the locals right? And for the first time since we lived in our sleepy town of white rock, i felt a part of the community, part of the people, part of a neighborhood. We also share this with our wonderful neighbors in the apartment, don't get me wrong we've met the crazy's, and have many a laugh over them, but the people in our wing have bent over backwards to welcome us with open arms, we have the paper delivered to our door by one sweetie, always a conversation and a hello, coupons slipped under the door, along with homemade treats, kinda makes up for the broomstickers below!It was a bit unerving thinking should we really have bought into apartment living, but yesterday showed me we really should have, because it really does take a village to raised a child.