on our way...

held over in Denver, FBI called in, appeared to be a possible child abduction???  broke my heart saying goodbye to my girls... each of them moved in different ways... oh how I miss them.  after our flight to London, a freezing, freezing terminal 5 at Heathrow.  one hour pop over to Paris, to a cheerily tooth-sucking taxi driver who insisted he didn't know any english.  if that is true I knew more french than he did english, which is highly suspect... but it didn't cost us as much to get to the hotel as I feared it might, especially given it was peak hour traffic.  sighted Notre Dame on the way in, which made me extremely glad.  I love this city, and I have waited so very long to be here with R.  sounds of the city outside the hotel.  deliriously happy and tired.