A few days ago I picked up an old journal and read some of my entries from a couple of years ago. After I closed it, I thought, why oh why didn't I write more! Even though the days were seemingly mundane, every entry was so sweet. I mean how many moms get to write something like, "Today I dropped off my son at school and then walked around Luxembourg garden with my daughter. It was a little chilly, so I decided the next time we go (tomorrow), I will buy her a hot chocolate so she has something to keep her warm while she's admiring the ducks swimming in the Medici Fountain." That wasn't a real journal entry, but it could have been! I can't go back in time and make myself journal, but I've decided I can do my best to recall things and share them with you. You'll get the gist of what it's really like to live in Paris.
