In September, we descended on Nashville over Jeff’s birthday with our crew of Canadians to attend a Shaboozey concert. We had too much fun scooting around the streets of Music City, playing Top Golf, and bar crawling on Broadway.
Andrea tasted her way through Tuscany and Liguria on a work trip with fall flavours that included freshly milled olive oil, chestnut pesto pasta, and porcini mushroom bruschette. Meanwhile, Jeff held down the fort solo parenting, handing out Halloween candy accompanied by Vera dressed as a little piggy.
Alongside our highlight reel of 2025 has been our private struggle with secondary infertility. Life served us a surprising plot twist. It’s a strange grief to mourn a future that doesn’t exist. And so we’re trusting in time’s power to heal, and hindsight’s way of sense-making. Our present blessings are infinite, and this season does a damn fine job reminding us of that.