Sunday, December 27, 2015

12 Days of Appreciation -- Day 4, Plus Dreaming of France

I'm continuing to focus on 12 reasons that I'm grateful for my husband, but luckily, I can connect gratitude for my husband with Dreaming of France because I'm so fortunate that my husband has bought into my dream of living in France.
As he turned 60 just a few days ago, he has become even more excited about it. We've set a date, May 2017, so that means another year and a half of working, paying off bills, getting kids through college, cleaning out the house and then selling the house.
Luckily, we live in a coveted school district and should come away with a nice profit that will allow us to buy a house in southern France.
A year after we married, I dragged my husband abroad for his first European vacation.
Here we are in Venice in 1998. 
 He fell in love with France just like I did. He also loves Germany, Austria, Italy, and we imagine the short trips we can take around the continent once we live in France.

He's already begun to scare our children with comments like, "This is our next-to-last Christmas here in the U.S."
I can't think of anyone else I would want to go on my next adventure with. It's nice that as the kids move into adulthood, I still have a friend in my husband, someone to explore the world with.

I hope you are Dreaming of France too, if only through books, movies, pictures, songs or fantasies.
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you'll play along and visit the blogs of others who are Dreaming of France.


Anne in Oxfordshire said...

Yay have set a date. I am looking forward to your move too. How lovely to have a husband who shares your dreams. I always had a dream to move to Italy ..For both of us. But he had other ideas ..he has moved out and left me to sort it all out. His dreams are far from mine. Very lucky lady Paulita. xx

Paulita said...

Anne, I'm so sorry that your husband didn't live up to the dreams you both had set. I know that a fabulous life of travel and love awaits you. I can't wait to meet you when we move to France.

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