Tomorrow morning, my husband is driving me to the airport to get on a plane headed for Dallas.
When I get to Dallas, I'm meeting up with my friend, Kris. Then, tomorrow evening, we're getting on a plane to Paris, where we'll spend 3 1/2 days, then take a train to London for another 3 days.
I've never been to Paris.
I've never been anywhere for a week without Max.
I'm crazy excited...and crazy nervous too.
Sunday morning, Max got sick. He had a high fever, and he's finally feeling better today. I had a little breakdown yesterday, not knowing what to do to "fix it" before I left. Because logically, he is fine. It's a little cold. He's getting over it.
And really, a big part of this week is going to be letting go. Not being in control of everything Max.
So, tomorrow, I'm getting on a plane. And leaving my little bear behind with his very capable Papa Bear. And they will do absolutely fine.
And as for me...I will have a crepe, and see the Eiffel Tower...and meet my friend's baby who has been born since we were in England last...and just be me.
Have fun girl you need it and deserve it, God will take care of everything
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