I’ve never been to Winnipeg before. While I was really interested in seeing that city, I wasn’t too thrilled with going there in the middle of February. A conference I was attending happen to take place in Winnipeg this year, so off I go from the mild Vancouver with cherry blossom to the sub-zero Winnipeg.
Other than presenting a workshop and networking at the conference, I didn’t have a ton of responsibilities. In fact, my boss encouraged me to skip out a part of the agenda and go visit the Human Rights museum with her. It’s the first national museum to be built outside of Ottawa. I have to say, I was seriously impressed. The architecture is breathtaking, and the displays were so well done that I–as a non-museum lover–actually really enjoyed it. Too bad I only had my cell phone camera, which really doesn’t do the place any justice.
Being away for four days felt like forever away from the kids. By Friday, I was just dying to get home as my heart ached to hold them in my arms. Josh welcomed me home with a big hug and kisses. Savanna held onto my neck tightly, rubbing her face all over mine, and quietly chanted “mommy, mommy” like she didn’t believe I was actually home. For a good half an hour, she wouldn’t let me put her down. I held her, kissed her, and I cried. It felt like a giant hole in my heart is finally filled.