April 4 has a special significance for me. One year ago today we arrived in Geneva, a little bewildered, more than a little jetlagged with a very cranky toddler in tow. We left Alberta in the grips of a major spring blizzard, minus-30 weather, and showed up in the middle of a glorious sunshiny springtime in Alpine Switzerland. Wildflowers grow abundant and chocolate was available at every street corner. It seemed as if we had arrived in a dream.
We have been through a lot over the past year, and I haven’t regretted a day in that time. By far the highlight of the year occurred just last week: the birth of my beautiful daughter, Élodie Grace Magnan.
Born March 27, she is strong and healthy, and we couldn’t be happier to welcome her to the world. Right now we’re just enjoying our new life together as a family of four, balancing the needs of a newborn and a very active little boy. I’m not sure when I’m going to get back to regular blogging – maybe it will be right away, maybe it’s going to be a few weeks, but I’m going to take the time I need to get my metaphoric feet back under me. Until then, happy Easter everyone!