Count Down

Gill is counting the days. She will spend three more at the beach in Ambletuese and the following one, taking the children back to their parents in Paris. At around three Thursday afternoon, she will be free. (And next Sunday she will fly from Paris to Toulouse into my arms.) We shall celebrate.

I am so impressed with my daughter. Almost a year ago, she walked into a strange household in a much more formal culture than her own and happily took on responsibility for two spirited children and a number of household chores. I know it has not been easy. At one point, I told her that she did not have to finish: she could come home. But without missing a beat, she said no, she had signed on for a year and she would do it. And then again, as everyone knows who have been reading this blog, she has had some extraordinarily wonderful moments in Paris - my favourite city in all the world. Where will this young woman go next? She is not afraid of living her dreams: this is the second one she's actualized.



This picture was taken in Bandol on the Mediterranean when Gill was around six years old. She loved serving Rob and I croissants from the little cart every morning. Little did she know that thirteen years later, she would be playing mother to a six and nine year old at another beach in France.