I can’t breathe. I’m having a really hard time sleeping most nights. I wake up each morning and realize we are closer and closer to leaving the kids and boarding a plane. It takes a lot of will power to not just start bawling like a baby (happy tears, obviously).
This is a dream come true.
This is, like, THE dream.
I knew that we were going to celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary somehow. I had thought about a vow renewal and a big party for friends and family. We tossed around the idea of going to Vegas for a few days, maybe a cruise, maybe NYC. We had all of these ideas but in the back of my mind, there was this little voice saying, “Just look at it. Price it. You know you want to. You’ve always wanted to.” So I did. I figured it was a long shot and that we’d wind up cruising to the Caribbean and seeing Mayan ruins and drinking ourselves silly.
The more I looked, the more my poor heart wouldn’t stop yearning, longing. We’re going in January, it could snow and it’s going to be cold. But can you just imagine standing under the Eiffel Tower, kissing and celebrating TEN YEARS of marriage? Walking the streets, hand in hand? I can’t because then I just start crying all over again.
Oh. My. God. We are DOING THIS. We are going to Paris!
So, I have no idea how much I’ll be posting or able to share while we are there, but you are more than welcome to follow me on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook! It will be an adventure to remember! We leave in January!