When I married French Husband, left California and moved to France, I made a promise to myself that I would "go home" at least once a year for a month. As the years rolled on I had babies, and those babies went on the plane with me. As they got older I would take them out of school for six weeks and head home for a holiday. My children grew up bilingual, they knew their American grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, cousins, extended family, they knew burritos, Lucky Charms, Wizard of Oz, Calamity Jane, Halloween, Easter Bunnies and my Mom's cookies every single one of them.
We weren't rich, we just made it happen.
Grateful I am that we did.
Chelsea now 25 has a job, lives in Paris. Imagine my joy when she told me she was taking three week vacation and going to visit my mom, her Aunts, Uncles, cousins...
That is what I hoped for... that if I had children they would know and love my family so much that they would want to return as often as they could to visit them too.
Chelsea surprised her Godchild Kate on her tenth birthday. Plus Chelsea will be home for my mother's 80th.
What has brought you joy recently?