Hot Tub Reflections

Wooden and metal chimes blow in the wind, some cars pass by on the street, and, if you listen closely, a faint whistling of birds can be heard over the hum of my parents' hot tub. Colourful flowers, vines and trees line the yard, adorning my father's handiwork. 

I can't sit here without thinking, my parents did things right. They worked hard, saved their money, and years later have much to show for it. Forget the game of Keep Up. They went at their own pace and became the Joneses - a veritable King and Queen of Suburbia. 

All good parents want their children to live better lives than they did. Every new generation gives their shoulders to the next. Though I've been logging seven-day work weeks at two jobs, this trip wouldn't have been possible without the support of my mother, father, and grandparents (special thanks for the hundreds of thousands of unused SkyMiles)! The expectations of my unborn children are already too daunting to consider!

Although this is not what I had set out to write, it seems fitting that this post should be dedicated to those who came before me. To them, I inscribe a virtual plaque: For boundless love, support, and a dedication to family. 

Sincerely, 

Your freeloader