Being me...

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.