... and Happy Us Day, Thirty-Eight Years Later
Thirty-eight years ago (plus a few hours ago now), Canada turned 100. After Young Peoples on June 30, 1967, many of us headed to downtown Toronto and Nathan Phillips Square to witness the turning of the calendar to July 01. It was Canada Day, and we were 100 years old.
Cuppa and I were only on the verge of becoming a couple. In fact, we got there (downtown) in separate cars that night. I was actually with two other girls — in a pretty innocent way, of course. I remember hoping against hope that I might find Cuppa in the crowd, and I did. I grabbed her hand and we walked along Yonge Street together, celebrating the birthday of the country and, as much as we didn't know it then, our own birthday — as a couple.
It was the night that seemed to seal us together (no not that way). We'd had a few dates if you can call them that before, but, after that night, we were an item and have been together ever since.
Today we rode our bikes for the first time in almost three weeks. We packed, gardened, and didn't celebrate ... but we were together, still together, always together.
Happy Birthday to Us and to Canada