mother's day in paris with the girls

I had a bit of an unconventional Mother's Day this year, spending most of it in Paris with six of the the most amazing mothers I know. We seven women are quite different from one another, with the one thing we all share being our complete and unabashed embracement of motherhood.

The Eiffel Tower Just after Midnight

So what do we decide to do for Mother's Day? Leave our children behind for a weekend together celebrating each other, celebrating motherhood, celebrating friendship . . . in Paris . . .  that's exactly what we decide to do. 

One friend likes to put it like this: We left behind seven husbands, fifteen children, one mother, and one set of in-laws to rendezvous for a girls' weekend in Paris. We are indeed blessed -- to have them and to have each other.

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And Paris?  It's simpy perfect for a weekend with girlfriends or a romantic rendezvous or a family visit or even a solo traveling experience. Simply divine. Simply Paris.

(But. . . ask me how popular that was with Young One who was memorizing a special poem just for me to deliver with breakfast in bed Sunday morning?)