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 InstagramWe don’t have a headboard, or proper frame. The mattress needs to be replaced, as I think it might be the culprit for my constant hip pain. The built-in nightstands were clearly meant for a king, making our queen look laughably small in our beautiful, yet undecoratedx master bedroom. We don’t have plump throw pillows as they have all been sacrificed to cushioning me through two pregnancies, and all the bedding is from Target. But when I see it like this, all I see is perfection.I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 32. 🎶 Which is to say, a little tired and my knees ache and sometimes I look around and see a long list of the long things I haven’t done, but I also feel really strong and happy and gosh the list of things I’ve done and people I love is one that is surprising and so, so good. It seems like every year of late, I look back on the last 12 months and say the same thing: That was the hardest year, that was the best year. Ready for 32 to be harder and better than ever before. (Also I’ve eaten cake at every meal today #winning)