The Last Supper

“Are you ready to go home?” Jeff asked me. “I’m never ready to leave Paris, can all our family and friends just move here?!”

Originally we planned a very fancy dinner on our last night, but really, all we wanted was a quite night at home.  “I don’t want to have a huge dinner at 10 o’clock a night before we leave.”  Ha!…But we sure did gorge ourselves on the greatest bread, cheese and wine in the world!  It was a perfect ending to another perfect trip to Paris.

All of this wouldn’t have been possible without help of my mom, Marcia Smith.  She graciously took care of our boys and covered them with kisses and stuffed them with chocolate.  Thanks Mimi!



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