Last evening, we drove into Dallas for dinner,
to a favorite bistro.
Traffic was crazy, we talked about our day
and
how hungry we were.
Dinner was perfect, I had a salad….but my favorite was the
pistachio ice cream.
It was just like the pistachio ice cream that we get in Paris.
I was transported for a second.
To that Paris that I love so well.
Last year while in France,
I was to meet Larry for lunch after shopping.
I saw him walking along the river before he saw me.
Then, when we saw each other.
Magic.
Magic, like pistachio ice cream.
{I had pistachio ice cream that day after lunch}
What is the magic in your life?
What sweet memory holds a special place in your heart
and helps you get through difficult moments?
I have Paris, pistachio ice cream
and
My Larry waving to me, as we meet in our favorite city.
Love you.
Me.