Hold on! That's what we're trying to do in this picture of the three of us in Paris. It's not easy! Tommy is on the move. Actually, Tommy finally succumbed to the wedding cold that everyone got in Normandy and so our time in Paris we spent trooping around just the two of us while Tommy recovered in his hotel room. We did have a few meals together however and for that we are grateful. We wouldn't have been in France at all except for the fact that Tommy's dear friend, Moyra, got married there, and he served as her witness, and so we were invited. It's all his fault. He brought us in his wake. Thank you, dear Tommy. France, October 2007
2 comments:
You have a son named Tommy?
Terri, I laughed right out loud!
Katie, It is GREAT that you got to go to France on that trip and that you got to go with Tommy. Funny, just yesterday I was thinking that you don't get to be a mother as much as when someone is sick. A slight cold is nice--you get to worry and pet and then it ends. Blessed trip all the way around.
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