Category: My French 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…
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A Bittersweet Homecoming
Winter jasmine greeted me against the blue sky, billowing with voluptuous clouds. The scent of almond blossoms filled the air. I lifted my face to the sun as I waited for Chelsea to come pick me up at the hospital.…
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The Way They Were, the way they are.
These two are clearly a couple. Bound together by history, gravity, and matching frames that were once gilded and beautiful. Time has not been kind. Nor has moisture. They are barely hanging on. She is attempting dignity, but dignity has…