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I didn鈥檛 attend the Taylor Swift concert in Toronto. It wasn鈥檛 in the budget.

The Carpenter and I are about to be townies again. We鈥檙e packing up our life on the farm, we鈥檝e re-homed all our feathered friends (honestly the hardest part of all), and we鈥檙e moving back to the town where we first landed in 色控传媒County 23 years ago.

It could have been any day of the week, but the fact it was a Sunday morning felt like poetic…

I owe you an end to my story of how I met my Carpenter. I鈥檓 grateful to those of you that have read along these past two weeks. The feedback has been fun. So let me close this chapter for you.

If you read this column last week, you鈥檒l recall that in honour of our 25th wedding anniversary, I shared the beginning of the story of how the Carpenter and I officially met, walking up the aisle together in someone else鈥檚 wedding as bridesmaid and usher.

They say that when it comes to finding your true love, 鈥淭he One,鈥� you鈥檒l know.聽

You鈥檇 think by now that I鈥檇 have learned to keep my thoughts inside my head, but if you鈥檝e read this column for any length of time, surely by now you know I鈥檓 not hardwired to hold back.聽

I took my husband to see my boyfriend perform at Centre in the Square last week. A rare date night with my two favourite men: the Carpenter and Jim Cuddy. 聽

He tore out the advertisement聽 from last week鈥檚 newspaper and put it on the kitchen table where I couldn鈥檛 help but see it. He鈥檚 subtle like that.聽

She handed me a stone like she was handing me a bar of gold and something about the gesture felt as if that鈥檚 exactly what it was: gold.聽

The Carpenter and I have entered year two of an NFL pool and this year, I鈥檝e deflated my water-wings to dive in with an enthusiasm he wasn鈥檛 quite prepared for. Yep, this football season, I鈥檓 making waves.聽

She dangled from the eavestrough of the barn, upside down and balled up, completely content in a matrix of invisible thread. She was about the size of a toonie.聽

We鈥檙e back at it: the routine that September brings. Full calendars. Coordinated schedules. Structured time. Registration fees. The never-ending saga of the question that has no easy answer: 鈥渨hat do you want for dinner?鈥�

Corn on the cob is about as genuine an end-of-summer tradition as any end-of-summer tradition gets and I am here for it. But it鈥檚 not because of the corn so much as it is the butter. It鈥檚 all about the butter.聽

Well now, that was a weekend.聽