Paris

I can't help but think i should be in Paris right now. Last summer Archbishop (knowing how badly I want to go to Paris) offered to take me there in January of 2012. It wasn't his first choice of a trip, since he had been there already, but he always noticed my pictures of the Eiffel Tower and would tease me about all the places in Paris HE had been (little stinker). I would ask him a ton of questions and he would get such a kick out of me wanting to go there. He LOVED to travel and he would often tell me he would take me after the New Year. When he started to get really sick, i would try to get him to eat by telling him he had to get better so we could go to Paris. The 2nd time he was in the hospital I tried telling him he needed strength to travel, but he told me I had better go without him. I told him I wanted to go with him (which was the truth) and he told me he would send me there one day. I don't doubt him. I think he will. I don't know how, but i think he will. Because he knows how much i miss him! He knows that I dream about him all the time and I would give anything to have him sitting next to me in my car as we run errands. He knows that I have pictures of him all around my house and at night when i am alone, i break into tears just thinking about how much i miss him. He knows all of that and he knows I will wait until the time is right. But for now, at the end of January 2012, i can't help but think I should be in Paris right now...