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I had an amazing, life-changing realization while in Paris, and I hope I can articulate it properly. It was my third time there, and the number three holds much significance to my husband and I, so that was, I feel, a sign in itself. I grew up dreaming of France, and Paris, and it is has always held a distinct place in my heart and in my mind. I always arrive with renewed child-like wonder, and leave in tears wondering when I will (if ever) see it again. I do not take for granted the fact that I have been multiple times…I am one lucky girl, and I know it! However, something else happened to me this time.

Paris had lost a little bit of it’s sparkle. I know…shocking, especially coming from me. At first it was upsetting to me – I did not (and don’t ever) want to lose my adoration for the city, the French people, and for the culture. The good news is that I have not…but I realized why some of the magic was gone. I finally had found that magic within…in my life, in my love. I no longer needed to cling to the fantasy of what Paris represented to me…I now had it in my heart, and in my soul. True happiness and fulfillment is a new feeling for me. I now have my very own, personal–Paris.

this is my (public) valentine to mr. fleurishing…je t’aime beaucoup hubby.