She's devouring the books my mother gave her for Christmas. It's great.
Tonight Suzanne and I went on a date to see a hockey game at the Bell Centre. It doesn't happen often and it was just plain fun. A teenager from across the street took care of the kids.
The tickets were great, we were right on the ice, in front of the camera. At one point I looked up and saw myself in the big screen on top of the rink, holding a piece of pizza in my hand.
The Canadians were playing against the Vancouver Canucks, whom they creamed 5-2. I think it was the first time that I went to see a game when my home team actually won.
But what I really like happened during the National Anthem. For some reason we could not hear the person singing. No worries, the crowd started singing softly at first, quickly becoming loud and clear, and with conviction. I was proud to be Canadian at that moment.
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