Category: My French Husband
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The Vintage Raincoat and Hat
The raincoat and hat, especially the hat, well actually only the hat, the hat that made me laugh, and that would embarrass Chelsea and Sacha whenever their father wore it. The raincoat that French Husband bought when he was…
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Thirty Years ago Today
Thirty years ago today Yann and I met. Thirty years ago wasn't that the day before yesterday, or was it a lifetime ago? This morning under the blankets warm and safe in his arms, it felt like yesterday. Though as…
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The Day Was Not Long Enough, and That is How it is Suppose to Be.
If I knew twenty six years ago that my babies would grow up in what felt like five years, move away and live happy independent lives, I think I would have changed a few things. Chelsea and Sacha often…
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French Lesson 101
When I was expecting our first child I automatically started thinking of names, who doesn't? The list was short but defined. I knew the names I liked, and assumed my French Husband would not object. I was about six weeks…
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Love Life
He held my gaze as his eyes became hands taking me into another world. From a bottomless well his love poured softly, soaking me. Barely could I hold on. Have you ever looked into someone's eyes and seen the…
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Franco-Anglais Conversation… It is July
During dinner wine is served, but not enough to slur one's conversation. French Husband was telling a tale to Alice about something or other, when I heard him say, "… because of this, certainly Corey and I will…