As Chelsea and Sacha ran towards the metro to go to the Louvre I sent off a quick prayer, more like a demand, it is the way I pray now… "Keep them safe, surround them with your light, Amen." Then as they vanished with energetic freedom I turned towards French Husband. "Alone… you and I in Paris! What do you want to do?"
He grinned a silly grin which caused me to wonder if he meant something naughty, "In the car?" I assumed out loud.
"No, let's go buy you a Christmas gift. Do you have any shop in mind?" A tad bit disappointed that my assumption did not even get a rise. I repeated what I have hinted at a million times before: The gift of a handyman.
You see I have told him that the best gift would be to have a handyman twice a month.
But that man of mine rolls his eyes as if I am asking for the Crown jewels, or like I am thinking something other than tools in a box. It is disheartening. Though I keep hinting "Handy man Services", yet it never seems to be what Santa wants to bring me.
We walked around the Left Bank in Paris while I pretended to look for a Christmas gift. I peeked into windows aware that French Husband was hoping something caught my eye. "Do you like that? What about that? Oh that is pretty don't you think?" I was aware that I was disappointing him by my shrugs. I told him I was happy, that it was the best gift to be doing what we are doing, together. He nodded, but I could see he wasn't buying it as my Christmas gift.
…. and then something really, truly caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks. French Husband bumped into me, and at the same time saw what I saw and whispered in my ear, "At last."
to be continued tomorrow…
(Photos by my daughter Chelsea.)
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