Bonsoir friends!

Several weeks ago, it was what I like to call a panic attack of sorts, trying to get ready for the trip of a lifetime: amongst writing out word for word the schedule for the littles, and organizing uniforms in drawers, I stopped and gasped for breath. “Is everything going to be ok?” My stomach grumbled, I came down the stairs and my Mom said “We’ve got it. Everything is good, go to bed.” So I did. I checked for our passports, all the details were checked and it was time for rest. We would embark on a bucket list trip in the am.