No Words for a Summary

Whenever I'm asked "how was your Paris trip?!" my mind goes to a very happy place, and I feel a lot of positive things, but I am not able to articulate any of it. Maybe that's the magic of what this time was for us. Not only was the trip such a positive time, but also a processing time, and this processing can still only exist in my mind.

M flew to Seattle the morning after we landed (he even shortened his trip by staying in Chicago on our connection, instead of coming back to St. Louis with me). The boys and I stayed with my parents until last night, getting home a few hours before Michael landed. We went out for breakfast at West Town Bakery this morning, basking in being back together again and needing to find food outside of our house with it's bare cabinets and empty fridge. 

I don't know how long this post-trip fog will last, but I don't mind it. I don't want to rush through the impact of it all.