There is no other way to end a series of Paris posts than with another sunset. And in this sunset there are twilights that lasted for hours, picnics along the Seine, and dinners where no one wanted to ever leave the table. There are afternoons of sun and puffy clouds, rainstorms that drove us inside, and winds that swept through the parks whispering of coming fall. There are brightly colored macarons, delicate pastries, and all the smells of the cornucopia of Paris culinary offerings. There are the strains of Vivaldi echoing through the Louvre corridors, Notre Dame held in a suspended crystal ball, and daredevils dancing with fire. There are tears, laughter, and smiles. There are views that overwhelm and details that enthrall. Behind this sunset is a multitude of memories and moments from a perfect month in Paris.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHere’s what I know the second time around: it’s ok not to thrive. Nothing about this newborn stage comes naturally to me, and I have to work to love it. But this time around I know that this doesn’t mean I don’t love my baby. My patience with toddler tantrums far surpasses my patience with infant needs, and that’s ok- you don’t have to enjoy all of parenting equally. There have been lots of moments of pure beauty and total joy over the past four weeks, but there have also been really low moments. Awareness to see the one and grace to forgive the other- that’s my goal. (Photo of one of the more beautiful moments by @little_house_big_love and post-partum dress perfection by @virginiadaredressco )There were at least two moments today where everyone in the house was in tears, including the adult, who got a whopping total of two minutes where someone was not physically attached to her person or needing her attention all day long. But then a person from church that I don’t even know showed up with a whole bunch of food including this homemade blueberry tart, so all in all, not a bad day.