Part 1 Heading to Paris or Are We

Part 1 Heading to Paris or Are We

Part 1 Heading to Paris or Are We? Let’s all take a moment and soak in the beauty of David. Michelangelo was a master of his craft. God created this man and honed his craft to leave people like me breathless. I love art and always have had a great love of art. I enjoy expressing myself and my emotions through painting, sketching, and doodling. My dream is to go to the Louvre in Paris. I want to absorb it all. I don’t want a guide. I don’t want to be in a group. I like the freedom to walk, stand, admire, and ingest all the glory of all my favorite artists. It is a dream. To see this in person and the Headless Angel, oh and to see the Mona Lisa. Oh. My. Word. Can you even imagine?

25th Anniversary Trip

The GLORY of this is that I’m going to go!!!!! Next year, Big Daddy and I will be married for 25 years. God willing, our trip to celebrate will be in Europe. Big Daddy does not care for museums or art, but I could and probably will spend an entire day there. I want to revel in the beauty of these timeless pieces.

When we go on vacation, I spend MONTHS researching. I will find places that we both want to go to while there. There will be a time when I research all the restaurants and incredible attractions and prep (financially) for any things that require money. I will have a complete itinerary. When we went on our 20th anniversary, I had eight pages of places, addresses, phone numbers, and websites to go to Niagara Falls! Planning is fun for me. I am SO excited. Niagara Falls is on my bucket list. This is a dream. Bart and I live in the US. We have visited Canada, Mexico, and Africa. We still have a few more continents to go before I am content 🙂

Flying Away to Paris

Now, I can imagine being on that plane (I love to fly) and jetting off into the sunset. My kids and pets are all well taken care of at home. I have my fella, and we are off! There is a moment when I’m so excited that I can’t even stand it. I can imagine being even more excited than when I went to Africa cue heartstrings cause I love Ethiopia. As we travel, we eat, sleep, watch tv, read, and use the bathroom on this plane. It is our home for however many hours we are on it, and we will revel in this little getaway.

My Version of Welcome to Holland

When I read this poem, it reminded me of our trip that we ARE planning for next year. My mind began to wander, which is the scenario I imagined.

We get the overhead notification that we are preparing to descend. Finally, we are there. We have made it. We have arrived. We start to land, and the plane screeches down the runway to make a stop. We hear, “WELCOME TO HOLLAND.”

Part 2: Uhm, NO!