We love our life in Chicago, but our family is far, far away. Weekends together are carefully organized, and involve a lot more than a quick car ride. Sometimes, the call of family is so strong that you have to put a stop to everything and just jump on a plane.
A few hours later, we were at my mother’s house, surrounded by dogs, woods, and country. Home.
For the next three days, my city girls played with the dogs,
and perfected the art of ordering croissants politely. “Merci madame!”
Now, back in our suburban world, none of us are sure whether our weekend in France was a dream or a reality.