After a two hour flight from Little Rock to Chicago and an eight hour
flight from Chicago to Paris we land at 10 AM. The
city of love awaits us. Walking out of the airport, this overwhelming
love for my husband will come over me. I will look in his eyes and he
into mine. He will confess a love
that is never ending. We will kiss uncontrollably. We will walk holding
hands. Everyone looking will say "oh they must be newly weds". But it
doesn't. I don't.We don't. He doesn't. None of that. It just doesn't.
But there is something about this city. Some how all of those thing happened my
last night in Paris.