There are lots of flowery words I could say about the 2010 Olympics in Vancouver, but far better writers have probably already said them.
What I will say is that for the last 17 days I opened a new world to my kids by turning the TV on every day (something that is rare in our house) and letting them see the amazing stories of amazing people from around the world. I talked to them of my deep admiration of Clara Hughes, and why she is more than a role model for me.
Together we watched the most heartbreaking stories, and the most glorious. The kids made me cry when they stood to sing O Canada. These games have changed us. I think that they have probably changed the whole country, in a way that is hard to believe. Yet we believe.
We cheered the the athletes, those with broken hearts, and those who were simply broken. We awed at the struggle, the fight, the victory and the strength in defeat. We were able, as a nation to express the pride that we have always felt, but in the most Canadian of ways, were too humble to express before. And we showed the world our true nature. That we are fun, brave, strong, irreverent, and able to throw one hell of a party.
And yeah, we won a few medals along the way.
It's been a wonderful Olympics for us as a family and as a nation. And tomorrow we have to go back to work. But I hope that when we head out the door well still wear those maple leaves with pride.