To My Sweet Son – On the occasion of your 18th year

 

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I am bursting with pride.  My son graduates from high school today .  I am happy and hopeful, a touch nostalgic, plus so many more emotions.  At the risk of over sharing, here is my letter to him, my first-born.

 

To My Sweet Son – On the occasion of your 18th year.

First and foremost, I am beyond proud of who you are.  I can still remember the day you were born and I felt my heart leap.  What a miracle!  I carried you around, doted on you, couldn’t stop smelling the top of your head as you snuggled against my chest.  And yet at that time, it would have been impossible for me to foresee who you would become and how your baby years pale in comparison to how I feel now, watching the way you have grown and matured over the years.  I am at once speechless and yet can’t say enough.   I want to put it down for you because I want you to know.

First of all – when you were born – you were a big gorgeous healthy baby.  Nine pounds eight ounces.  What joy!  I love looking back at the pictures of you, growing and smiling and learning and exploring.  But the pictures don’t tell the whole story.  We moved 8 times in your 18 years.  You went to almost as many schools.  You showed a resilience each and every time, showing up at each new school – putting yourself out there to meet new people and make new friends.  As is life, it wasn’t always easy, but I am amazed at how you have kept your old friends over the years.  You are a true and honest Friend – capital F.  You have been there for friends during the hard times and stood by their sides, even when it was difficult to say the least.  I have had many many proud moments over the years, but when another parent says to me – “I don’t know where my child would be today with out Will”- that speaks volumes.  I have heard this more than once from different parents.  This is extraordinary. You are special beyond words.  Your heart is so large  — and I think ever expanding.  You make my heart expand, too.

You have learned things about yourself that I didn’t have to learn for myself until a much later age – and you have handled it superbly.  You have encountered hard times, which included a failure or two, and yet you came back, tried again, and succeeded!  I cannot not imagine many other adults, much less teens, being able to say the same thing.  As a parent – my heart soars to know that you can handle anything.  Life is difficult – there will undoubtedly be ups and downs – but in my heart of hearts I know that you will surmount any challenge.

Of course, the high school graduation makes me proud – but more than anything it is a signal that you are moving ahead into the next chapter of your life.  I am so excited you are choosing your own path, finding out what is right for you, following your heart.  Watching you follow your passion and seeing the choices you are making is thrilling and wonderful.

It is easy for a mom to think of a child as an extension of herself.  I may try to claim the blond streak at your right temple, the freckles, fair skin, and of course the blue eyes, but whatever combination you are of dad’s and my genes could only make the one of a kind you.  The imagination, heart, sensitivity, creativity, strength – that’s all you.   I have heard it said, having a child is like having your heart walk around outside your body.  It is oh so true – every scraped knee and every tear I felt deep within me.  As you got older  – the worry doesn’t go away.  But you have taught me to trust in you – you are special and unique and capable. Not only that, you have taught me about myself. You have showed me how to be more loving, to accept more, to be more open and less afraid.  I can’t thank you enough for that.
So my last words for now –
Be proud of yourself – you have accomplished so much already.
Continue to honor who you are and stay true to the honest and kind young man you are.
Continue to be uniquely you- the one of a kind William that your dad and I cherish.
All my love – Mom

Mrs. Misadventures – The next installment

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Her shoes
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My shoes

*Real shoes have been changed to protect the identity of the owner.  And beware, if you are my friend, and you do something I find funny, I may tell everyone about it!

Remember my friend with the Vera Bradley bag at the Dune de Pilat?  The very very large Vera Bradley bag I had to help her lug straight up the biggest and steepest sand dune in Europe??? Well, here is chapter two of the Mrs. Misadventures:
The other weekend we both attended a very fun farewell party in honor of a dear friend. A bit of wine consumed.  There was lots of dancing.  Most ladies liberated themselves of their high heels so there could be more dancing.  Me – ever the practical one – had worn my very favorite and very broken-in Keen sandals under a long skirt – because I had to rush from a dinner party to the farewell party.  Of course I walked the mile from my house to the dinner party and then another mile to the farewell party- who needs a taxi or metro when you have comfy shoes?
Well – lets just say by the end of the night my friend could not bear to put back on her gorgeous heels and started walking out of our friend’s apartment barefoot.  For heavens sake – my dog poops on these streets! I could not let her go barefoot – or heaven forbid call an UBER.  So, guess who ended up wearing the sandals?  And guess who ended up in the high heels?  We were quite a sight – me in her heels two sizes too big, and her in my sandals, two sizes too small.  I think the whole neighborhood heard us laughing and clicking and clacking down the road.
In anycase, we made it back safe and sound, ready for the next adventure.  And I am holding her heels hostage until she learns how to pack light for out next trip.

Put away your little black dress – It’s Dîner en Blanc à Paris 2015

Another fabulous Dîner en Blanc at Palais Royale. Can’t wait til next year!

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris - AMAZING homemade foie gras macarons
Dîner en blanc à Paris – AMAZING homemade foie gras macarons

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris - Studying for a pastry exam.  I admire the dedication.
Dîner en blanc à Paris – Studying for a pastry exam. I admire the dedication.

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris

 

Dîner en blanc à Paris
Dîner en blanc à Paris