Today isn't a holiday in France of course, but Colin and I are lucky enough to have his parents here to celebrate with us. Although I should specify—here is Barcelona, Spain. We're off adventuring again, taking them to explore a new city and country.
For Colin, who worked so hard to make sure we could come to France and is the only person in the world I'd want to share 18 square meters with.
For our friends and families, who didn't blink an eye when we said we were moving abroad but instead started monitoring plane fares and embraced FaceTime and WhatsApp.
For Paris, which from the moment we arrived felt more like home than anywhere else.
Much love and happy Thanksgiving (or happy November 22 for non-Americans) to you all!
The "I Love You" wall in Montmartre. Love in every language.
Happy happy thanksgiving! Missed you all this year!