For sweet Cate’s fifth birthday we took her to Paris.
Well…Mama wanted an eclair. And a chocolate croissant. And some ice cream. And a baguette with butter. And….well, you get the picture.
It was an adventure. We stayed in an apartment. We speak no French. We haven’t traveled abroad as a couple, let alone as a family.
But we did it. Bean rode five merry go rounds. They are as ubiquitous there as spray parks are here.
We rode a boat on the Seine and climbed the Arch of Triumph. We shopped and ate and searched for lions among the sculptures at the Louvre. And she jumped on a trampoline.
My parents moved our family to England for a year when I was three and my brother was six months old. They borrowed a car and took us to France on the hovercraft. Drove around the Arch of Triumph in circles looking for our hotel according to my Mother. They were ten years younger than I am now.
Adventure as a verb.
Happy birthday Bean. We love you.