with my oldest boy for crepes (and a warm goat cheese salad for me).
He looks like he won the lottery when the waiter brings his treat
I was brave enough to speak French the whole time, which may have been slightly embarassing for Paul. But I am a mom now, so this is a given.
I also love having him ask me about my time in France, because he can’t really imagine me living a life without daddy or my children. When I tell the stories aloud, I feel like I am describing someone else, but it is really just the younger me.