Why am I telling you or should I say showing you where French Husband proposed to me?
The last time we were in Paris we drove by were we use to live to show Alice. At that same moment, as it is with moments that open the way to a deeper memory, I turned around and pointed across the street to a square, "That is where Yann proposed to me."
Whenever I am in Paris it is as if the memory of living there so long ago opens a curtain and plays before me. And yet with age my memories wipe away the hard adjustment, the homesickness and instead lead me to a ripe tender stage of sweetness.
That place, *Square Emile Chautemps in Paris I would have never guessed it was going to be a "stage" of my life.
The different places our path has taken us on, are like sets that define us, speak to us, tell us who we will become.
What is one of your "stages"?