Translation: I'm on my way to Paris!
I'm all fancy like that. My dad has been on a whirl-wind trip around the world and has been taking his children around the globe. For my leg of the trip Brooke and I are headed to Paris, and on through Italy. I feel like the luckiest girl. I am sitting in the Admiral's Club in the Boston airport waiting for my flight and taking advantage of free computer/internet.
My sweetie children cried when I drove away. That's a sad picture to have in my little head. I told them to check my blog and I would write them notes from my trip. (Isn't that what all mothers say on thier way to Europe?) I can't believe I will be away from them on Mother's Day. My heart hurts.
Dear Sweet Peas,
You are going to have such a fun week. Daddy and Auntie Jess will take good care of you, I have no doubt. They might not make you the best chocolate chip cookies. You'll have to figure out what thier weakness is. Maybe popcycles? Cream Puffs? I don't know. Maybe you can get Daddy to buy ice cream sandwiches again:) Just remember to sing to the babies. Pop Corn Popping, they liked that one. And maybe a little Ring Around the Rosie? Know that I love you and I'll be looking at the night sky thinking of you.
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