Sacha came home last night, after being in California for three months. I made a "Happy We are ALL home Dinner".
I dined without regard. Drank wine, ate cake… you might say I dove into the moment.
It felt wonderful to be together, at one point I thought about locking the door and bolting the windows, so we would be stuck together forever.
But I let that childish thought slip away, and put my heart into the moment.
I should have taken photos of us four, set up the tripod and timer. But I didn't want to change the atmosphere.
My last thought before falling asleep was, sweet dreams assured.
All four of us at home. Family is wealth.
I lost zero pounds this week.
But my sandals fit better.
Isn't that how it is… one loses weight in area least expected or hope for.
It is as if the calories burning off say, "Forego the butt, let's burn out around the ankles."
Whatever.
How did I have such tall children?
I like to think it is because I breastfed them as babies, and fed them a vegetarian diet (no fish, though eggs and cheese.)
Chelsea weighed ten pounds at birth.
Sacha was over two weeks early and he weighed 8.5 pounds.
Chunkers. In general French women have smaller babies. So Chelsea and Sacha looked like three month olds by comparison.
When I was pregnant the Doctor often told me that I was fat, and should be more careful. He said 12 pounds was the target gain for pregnant women.
"Oh la la," I said, "I gained 12 pounds the first morning after I conceived." The Doctor didn't laugh. So un-fun.
Yann drove Chelsea to Paris this morning.
Less than twenty four hours altogether.
Can I say "Bummer!"
At least Paris is not across the ocean!
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Eat less, Move More, and Love without Boundaries!
Encourage one another!
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