Yesterday morning the Mail Lady brought our brand, spanking new passports.
We are official.
The Government of Canada recognizes us as Citizens.
We can travel.
And come home again.
Now... I just have to find the sewing machine under all that stuff... and clear a space in what was my sewing room but is fast becoming the repository and junk room... and see what can be made of my wardrobe... rain and wind aside, I suspect nudity may be frowned upon, on the Isle of Iona...