So Shawn and I are sitting on the shoreline of the Mediterranean in Nice, France. It's, how you say, 75 F. We are drinking some stellar French wine and eating a banette, talking about how beautiful it is here ... and how we wouldn't stay, even if we could swing it financially because, we would miss, in no particular order: Milwaukee, RFC & RFW, Miguel's with Steve & Joni, rest stops on Aspen Hills Circle, catching any activities of Taylor's, seeing Austin run, visiting our Chi-town peeps. Here we are, at the frickin' south of France, I'm realizing the thing we treasure most is you.
in the south of France and you're melancholy about Milwaukee and Miguel's. Geez. (JK, JK) Makes you appreciate your ancestors who left for a whole new world with no chance of ever returning and never speaking or seeing loved ones again. Thank you to great, great, grandpa and grandma but part of me wished they'd sucked it up and stayed (I'd be waking up in Denmark or Luxembourg or Vienna this morning and that sounds nice to me).
ReplyDeleteSweet post. This reminds me of the Mayonnaise Jar and Two Beers post I just read on another blog I follow... the year of the kate... maybe you've heard of it? :)
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