Thursday, April 15, 2010

At Last

Did I miss something?

I was babbling on and on about my lack of gratitude, and the effort I won't make intend to place in being grateful. 

Well, well, well, lookie here. Uploading pictures off your camera in 8 month intervals has a few perks after all. 

BOOYAH! (insert sound of loud object slamming on a table with a Jamaican accent).


Here is a picture of the recipients (Sara, Theresa, and Sarah) being presented with awards for Excellence in Autism Teaching. 

 My letter was rejected in 2007.

I spent much of 2008 fighting with everyone, and in 2009 dug deep and wrote from my heart. 

This was one of the hardest things I have done as it brought back so many memories (good and bad), however, until this point, I had never really thanked these women properly. 

I don't know how you could thank someone for this kind of support. What I did know, was that I had a nagging, icky feeling I could not shake until their greatness was acknowledged. 

You can't really walk away from an experience like this and send a thank you card from Dollarama 3 years later. 

I was aware of the submission deadline, yet was forced to delay typing over and over, as I always ended up in tears and had to walk away from the keyboard. 

The nomination letter, which you can read here was completed on 10 hours of sleep over a 3 day period.

So that was one hurdle. On the day of the actual ceremony, we had a huge rain storm and I was very tired (what a shocker!). 

I cried the entire day, and did not want to attend, and wanted to attend all at the same time. 

We were supposed to leave the house by 2:30, and ended up leaving at 4:40 (totally missed the social non-frantic part) which left us with 1 minute to spare before the awkward entrance where everyone turns to find out what losers are interrupting by arriving late.

From what I remember, my hair and make-up were smokin', and the men along for the ride were looking spiffy (this helped). 

Got in, found a spot to stand completely still (this place was packed) and maintain some composure (I mentioned my make-up was sick right?) Downed a few glasses of punch, ate what X had left was left of the appetizers, hugged a bit, and drove home.

Close to Truro, I turned around and looked at X sleeping, glanced at David, closed my eyes, and felt peace.

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