Once upon a time, a young
family of three moved to Paris.
Before long, baby boy joined in
and their little family was complete.
Like any little family, days were
filled with bottles and diapers, toys
and bed times, giggles and tears.
Time passed. Days turned into cereal,
school, parks, homework, dinner and many
more bed times. Just like all
of the families in all of
the cities in all of the
world. Except they were in Paris.
I don't know when the little
ones realized they lived in one
of the most beautiful cities in
all of the world - to them
it was just home. Their neighborhood.
The grand adventures on the Seine
and to the top of the
Eiffel Tower only happened when visitors
came to town. If memory serves,
their first trip to the top
included a grandpa and an uncle.
There were so many smiles, so
many ooh-la-las! No fear, just fascination.
No worry, just wonder...and lots
and lots and lots of questions.
They saw many of the monuments
and museums they would later explore...
from high above and far away.
Then they went home to play.
Back to the swings and sand
boxes of the little neighborhood parks.
As kids are, they were happy
for the adventure, but unaware of
the significance of what they'd seen.
But I knew....knew it would
always be a part of them.
For it was against the spectacular
backdrop of this great city that
my two littles grew and learned
how to live happily ever after.
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