je t'aime, paris::::

{via:: little brown pen }

oh paris. how i dream of thee. long for thee. how my heart swoons at the thought of a lazy afternoon, sitting curbside at an obscure cafe, sipping a cafe creme and snapping pictures that capture the effortless beauty and culture of the city.

and yet-- here i am-- in suburban michigan-- a small boy on either side of me-- riffling through the photostreams of the lucky others who have gone before me to dear, sweet paris.

how can one be so enamored with a place one has never actually been? how can i feel so connected-- so a part -- of country whose customs i do not know. whose language i cannot speak? perhaps paris is, in my minds eye, the quintessential getaway. the place where i can let go of all my obligations and manage my days around the next greatest restaurant. outfit. pastry. photo. building. perhaps paris is my happy place.

i can't wait to go there. i know it will not disappoint. paris....i really do love you.


i think a naptime requirement today will be a viewing of Amelie.....i can't wait!