July 1 is Canada Day.
I love this country. I feel lucky damn near every day, that I get to live here.
I can relate to Canada. As a nation, it doesn’t really know who it is. If you ask a Canadian what it means to be Canadian, one of the most common answers you’ll get is, “Well, we’re NOT Americans.” But that’s as much as we can tell you. We’ve only been around since 1867. We didn’t do anything spectacular to come into being. No war was fought for our sovereignty; we just asked the Queen of England, politlely, if we could please do our own thing. (She said yes.)
On the world stage, if America is a brash teenager, then Canada is your awkward tween cousin, who doesn’t know where to put her hands while she’s dancing.
But I love this country. I don’t even have the right words to tell you why. So I’ll just show you:
(My undying respect and admiration to anyone who can tell me what’s going on in all 24 pictures.)
Plus, Canada has some really, really, really lovely bloggers. Check them out.
Happy Canada Day, everyone.
Praying to Darwin 