Paris in November seemed like a lovely idea. John was working in Europe and after a long work trip, he asked me to meet him in Paris for the weekend. I obliged.
It was a quick trip so we tried to stay on Utah time as much as possible, meaning we stayed up until 3 a.m. and slept until noon (something we haven’t done since becoming parents). We were finally able to do as Europeans do and eat dinner at 9 pm. We found quaint, “locals only” types of restaurants and enjoyed talking the night away in dim candle light until closing. We would then wander back to our hotel to enjoy a glass of wine and do the same for a few more hours. It was thrilling to know this type of romance exists within us and in this beautiful city where we found many others feeling the same.
Things to remember: The incredible Four Seasons Hotel George V in full Christmas regalia, John taking our kids with us through Polaroids he kept in his wallet, walking in the rain, slow dancing to Perfect, feeling extremely grateful.
When the mundane part of life creeps up on us, we know we will always have Paris.