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.
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?)