Being in a book...

The first person who ever put me in a book was one of my professors at York University. She received an award for Teaching Excellence and was asked to write about her favourite moments as a professor. She decided to write about me, as her student, who presented her with one of her memorable moments.

It was a Canadian Literature class. It bothered me a little bit that we never dwelt on Native Canadian Literature. So, for one of my presentations, I decided to research what I am assuming now is known as First Nations' or Aboriginal Literature. Turned out that not a lot was written but there were audio recordings of some of the songs they passed along from generation to generation. So, I spent hours listening to some audio files in the library till I found a song that I immensely enjoyed listening to. Then, I spent a few more hours memorizing it.

On the day of the presentation, I was up in front of the entire class and simply belted out the song. As I sang the song, there were some who smiled and some who were like "What the...?!". Obviously, I followed that up with an explanation!

Our professor loved it. She thought it was very original. She gave me an A+ and then, proceeded to put me in a book.

Today, ASid and I were at the book launch of Craigley's first cousin's wife. This is her second book and a memoir. ASid and I were told that Craigley's and my wedding is mentioned in the book. ASid and I got curious and flipped through the pages and finally found the following where there is a reference to me.

We were all touched by the bride's first dance with her father. She was very close to her father and they were very loving and tender with each other as they floated around the ballroom after the dinner.

It brought back a beautiful memory for me. My dad and I barely had time to rehearse. I was trying to teach him and I was failing miserably. Luckily, I have this tendency to lead!

I distinctly remember one of my friends' wedding where I was the maid of honour and the best man was a military dude. When it was our turn to dance, he was frustrated and strictly reminded me in a commanding voice, "You, maid of honour, follow my lead!" I was like “I will try”.

However, my dad was happy for me to lead...almost relieved in fact! It is wonderful that someone found that moment between a father and a daughter memorable enough to put us in a book.

And it was wonderful to be at this book launch with ASid. We spent some quality time with the cousins and their families. Afterwards, ASid and I went out for dinner. I don't get to spend one on one time with the teen these days. It was really special. I thought we could just grab something on the go, but the boy wanted to do it right and opted for a proper sit down dinner. I was happy to follow his lead!

Now I have another moment to cherish and one day, I hope ASid finds it here and looks back on it fondly.