Coming back from Paris. A beautiful weekend spent in Burgundy tasting wine and driving through the small villages of France. Perfect — except without Mike who would have loved it. Makes me think of traveling with him for the rest of our lives — getting to — married. Sometimes it still doesn’t seem real, the word, married, the word husband.
Looking forward to spending a week in our new place until I leave again for the shower and bachelorette parties. The long drive — again.
What will my second year down in Texas bring?