My journey to The Royal was fraught with sickness, a kitchen reno and 2 little kids. Now I should preference I love The Royal Winter fair. Most do not understand it, not even my husband. I have been going ever year for so many years that to me it is tradition, makes me feel like a kid again. It is my Stanley Cup for those who understand that love. It is also a tradition I want to pass onto my kids. Yep I'm a horse person, so much so I was deeply involved in the equestrian industry for many years. I rode and worked with horses for about 30 years. Life went in a different direction and I have been away from horses for the past number of years. So as you can imagine or know going to the Royal is also a wonderful social event.
Okay long prolog onto this years Royal road.
It opened Friday and of course the same day I woke up with razor blades in my throat. How did I catch The Royal plague before even going? Also the only 1 of 2 days we have some help for our kitchen reno.
Sat kitchen reno, kids going nuts and trying to keep them out of reno danger. sickness heading in a downward spiral. No Royal :( Ok my husband still has 3 days off.
Sunday laryngitis, no voice. Really don't want to infect The Royal population with my plague. Find out no kitchen and having to little kids equals really not good times.
Mon, Tue roll around. Still sick and still in reno hell. I see no light at then end of those tunnels or even horses, cows and sheep down that long dark tunnel. Ugg still no Royal.
Wednesday there is a tiny light at the end of those tunnels now. We have 2 cabinets out of 14 completely done, I'm now down to a dry hacking cough and I notice on the calendar I have one last opportunity to make it to The Royal.
Wednesday night, 1 kid wakes up at night the other super early then wakes his brother. Equals I'm exhausted so thinking long and hard about the day. Okay so plan now is go swimming with the boys, baby naps then head to The Royal. Finally 3pm on Thursday we are headed off to my favorite event of the year. The Royal Winter Fair.
In line to buy tickets and we are all so excited, okay mostly me but my almost 4 year old is a close second. a lady comes up to me and asks If i want a 1/2 price tickets. Uh ya I love myself a deal. It is half peice, 2 for 1 to get in after 4. Whoop whoop.
myself and the boys have such a wonderful time. Seeing and touching all the animals. My older son asking questions about show jumping, who knew I would be explaining the rules of show jumping to my almost 4 year old. My little one was glowing with excitement and joy to pet the horses and play with some goats. We got to see cows being milked. No book can compare to actually seeing a cow being milked to explain where milk comes from.
Side note : my feeling on milk and what cows endure for that has significantly changed since my breastfeeding adventures. That is a topic for another day
All in all after eating the yummy food and treats, seeing all the sites I think back to the question my husband asked before I left. " You are tired, are you sure it is worth it to go?" 100% yes very time, every year.
Looking forward to next year's continued tradition, now with my 2 boys to our Royal Winter Fair adventures. Where no sickness, renos or whatever may come our way will not keep us from going every year.