Category: My French Husband
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The Man at the Brocante
He carries our stuff, loads it in the car, drives us around. Helps others. He is the Super Sherpa. What did my cousin think of her first brocante? « How much can I carry in my suitcase? This is where all…
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He has climbed the mountain Sailed the sea Squeezed through caves Flown like a bird Motorcycled nearly everyday Loved, shared, cared, extended himself freely towards others, Carried plenty suitcases up fjights of stairs for our guests Been a loving husband,…
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The Big Adventure, Grand-papa and Gabriel
Just the two of them for four days- deep in the French Alps, hiking, biking, camping, looking for marmots, playing Tic Tac Toe, creating memories, bonding, sleeping under the stars and riding with the wind.
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The Brocante Rabbit For Easter
The first time I saw one of those rabbits at the brocante, I smiled wide with delight. I nearly tripped over myself reaching for it, as if someone else might snatch it away in that very second. Never mind that…
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Making Pancakes in France for French Husband
France doesn’t have Bisquick. I said it like a fact.Like saying the sky is blue or French has too many silent letters. Yann in his Frenchness reminded me,“We make crêpes. And galettes.”A pause.“We don’t make pancakes.” Agreed. Sure. Fine. Cultural…
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Got So Happy, So Distracted…
I realized I hadn’t posted to my blog. I was brushing my teeth getting ready for bed and it dawned on me- Yann came home this late afternoon, we looked at each other and wonder what just happened- what a…