Why am I telling you or should I say showing you where French Husband proposed to me?
The last time we were in Paris we drove by were we use to live to show Alice. At that same moment, as it is with moments that open the way to a deeper memory, I turned around and pointed across the street to a square, "That is where Yann proposed to me."
Whenever I am in Paris it is as if the memory of living there so long ago opens a curtain and plays before me. And yet with age my memories wipe away the hard adjustment, the homesickness and instead lead me to a ripe tender stage of sweetness.
That place, *Square Emile Chautemps in Paris I would have never guessed it was going to be a "stage" of my life.
The different places our path has taken us on, are like sets that define us, speak to us, tell us who we will become.
What is one of your "stages"?
The first journey I ever undertook on my own was to Paris, I stayed for 6 months as part of my university year abroad. A great deal of 'firsts' happened there and I have always wished that I had returned to live in France.
To this day I miss that time more than any other, the sights, sounds and the embarrassment of grinning from ear to ear when I was informed that the women in fur coats that I was seeing were not going to the Opera!!!
Unfortunately when I am embarrassed I grin.
Posted by: Ana | 21 February 2014 at 08:53 PM
What a special memory and stage for proposal.
Mine was the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles.
Posted by: Marilyn | 22 February 2014 at 12:46 AM
You are so darned cute and enthusiastic about life and love. It's infectious! Thank you. When I finally made it to Paris fall 2012, I felt such extreme joy. Didn't want to leave. I remember gathering the paperwork for a student exchange while I was in college (actually found hard copies info a few months ago), but fear ruled. I backed up. Too bad.
Posted by: Debra | 22 February 2014 at 03:40 AM
Beautiful picture Corey.
Posted by: Diogenes | 22 February 2014 at 04:34 AM
Literally a stage.. On stage left of the Metropolitan opera. My life changed in one glance.
Posted by: RebeccaNYC | 22 February 2014 at 07:07 AM
Moving to San Francisco, and marrying my next door neighbor..
He lived in 3A
I was in 3B
Posted by: Laurie SF | 22 February 2014 at 08:10 AM
My French husband proposed at an outdoor cafe while visiting Moustiers-St. Marie - a beautiful village and romantic setting.
Posted by: 24/7 in France | 22 February 2014 at 08:40 AM
My husband proposed in his old truck on the way to a concert, haha! He had other qualities to make up for his lack of romantic ways!
Posted by: Brenda, Walker, LA | 22 February 2014 at 02:59 PM
How very romantic, Laurie SF. It sounds like a movie plot!
Posted by: Debbie Z. | 22 February 2014 at 07:44 PM
I love memories like this Corey! Our biggest stage is the house we live in that we have been turning into our home for the past 16+ years! My husband bought it a few months before he was my husband and we spent many evening hours and weekends working on it before the wedding. And we continue to renovate and fix it up into what we want it to be along with raising three girls here and growing older together!
Posted by: Jill Flory | 23 February 2014 at 08:23 PM
There was no proposal. We just discussed wanting to be married to one another so we could spend our future together -- and apparently it was the wise course for us!
Posted by: Kathie B | 24 February 2014 at 06:30 AM