Category: My French Husband
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Thirty Years ago Today
Thirty years ago today Yann and I met. Thirty years ago wasn't that the day before yesterday, or was it a lifetime ago? This morning under the blankets warm and safe in his arms, it felt like yesterday. Though as…
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The Day Was Not Long Enough, and That is How it is Suppose to Be.
If I knew twenty six years ago that my babies would grow up in what felt like five years, move away and live happy independent lives, I think I would have changed a few things. Chelsea and Sacha often…
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French Lesson 101
When I was expecting our first child I automatically started thinking of names, who doesn't? The list was short but defined. I knew the names I liked, and assumed my French Husband would not object. I was about six weeks…
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Love Life
He held my gaze as his eyes became hands taking me into another world. From a bottomless well his love poured softly, soaking me. Barely could I hold on. Have you ever looked into someone's eyes and seen the…
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Franco-Anglais Conversation… It is July
During dinner wine is served, but not enough to slur one's conversation. French Husband was telling a tale to Alice about something or other, when I heard him say, "… because of this, certainly Corey and I will…
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The Two of Us
The two of us at the back of the ship. No Titanic pose, to chicken, it is not a question of trust, really it is not. Remember who I am married to, a man who finds pleasure in…