It’s not every day that someone wakes up and is able to say, “I’m going to Paris today!” Unless you live in France. Then you probably get to say that all the time. But today is my day. Today I’m going to Paris. With Josh. The phone rang last night and when Josh answered it we could tell it was a work call. As he walked outside to conduct his work business in private Carter joked, “Dad’s going to Iraq!” because he knows he’s next in line to accompany me on this trip should anything come up that would prevent Josh from going. No such luck for him. In a few more hours Josh will be on leave and we’ll be on our way to the airport. Inshallah.
Our bags are packed, our maps are downloaded, I have written down the kids’ schedules and taped them to the wall so everyone can keep track of where they are supposed to go, the apartment is waiting for us upon arrival Wed morning and our dinner reservations are booked for the first night. After that, we have a list of things we might like to see and do over the next four days, but no schedule to commit to.
I’m planning on lots of chocolate croissants, cafe cremes (supposedly the French version of a cappuccino), crepes, cheeses, and walking. A little wine tasting, museum viewing, bike riding, picture taking, and conversations with Josh that have nothing to do with our kids or work. We’ll probably still talk about the kids though. It is our largest, most successful joint effort, after all.
For the next 6 days, I’m trading views like this:
