I’m sure you’re all tired of my posts about Paris and our recent trip to France. But today, for Wordless/Wordful Wednesday, I wanted to share a picture from a Paris sunset, 4 years ago, the last time we traveled to Paris as a family.
The picture looks idyllic. The Eiffel Tower is in the background and the kids (just two at the time) are resting on our heads on the perfectly centered green Paris bench. But if you zoom in really close on my face, you’ll see that my eyes are rimmed with red and that my smile is forced.
Rocking from the hormonal crash of an undetected miscarriage, overwhelmed from managing a toddler and a baby alone in France, I fought with my mother and sister and headed off with the kids in tow mired in a deep depression. The day before that picture, I was driving around the outskirts of Paris, crying and screaming at the GPS that I could not make a U-Turn as menacing youths walked near my car.
When Steve arrived in an unplanned rescue visit, I clung to him like a life raft before we headed out to see the Eiffel Tower.
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