Trip to Paris

Saturday we waited under the Eiffel Tower in the freezing cold to meet some friends for a cafe au lait and a chat. I thought about how I had carried a miniature Eiffel Tower on my keyring for over a year. I bought it at the Thursday Market for a euro here in Sevilla. A souvenir of a dream that was conceived on that list of goals I wrote out in my early twenties living in California and trying to figure out what the heck I wanted do with my life. Visit Paris with a romantic interest sat there on the page between learn french and spanish and visit New York City with a romantic interest. Three out of the four isn't bad and I'm only half way through my thirties. Still time to work on a third language. At six months of age Sophia has sat in her push chair and stared at the Mona Lisa, Monet's Water Lilies and Degas ballerinas. We shared exquisite cheese and wine with our lovely french family. Jonah and I have kissed in Paris. Reality was better than I had imagined when I doubtfully wrote those words on my list and bought my tacky key chain.

Comments

[linda]

heather - that's really sweet - a nice piece of writing - it's a good idea to write down your dreams and tick 'em off - very romantic. God bless and I hope you and Jonah are having a lovely time