Sometimes I find it hard to know how to enjoy the world. I am anxious not to waste the moments. Sometimes too anxious to enjoy them. As a child, time almost stood still. Summer days seemed endless and rolled into one. As an adult, time passes fast. I feel like, each time I take a step, I am stepping out of a memory forever. I don’t always feel like that. I look out of the window of our Parisian apartment at the spot on the street where we all stood for a family photo the day before. That spot will stay there forever and we will never stand there again. Children will grow up and, hopefully, remember. They will remember. You will remember. I just feel melancholy. I don’t know why.
It makes me happy to share Paris with you and the others. I hope you got that same feeling of wonder when you turned a corner to see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Arc du Triomphe......and your little face, when you first saw the Eiffel Tower, was just so full of excitement. Even simply the streets upon streets of beautiful, iron-balconied apartment buildings, with leafy greenery adorning them, are a joy. Paris is unmistakably beautiful.
After dinner, at the Trocadero fountain, the air still hot from the day, we cooled our feet in the water as children paddled and played and we waited for the sun to go down so we could all see the Eiffel Tower’s twinkly light show.
Time does pass quickly but I try to preserve these moments, here in my writing, for you, for me, for us. And now, my darling, "We’ll always have Paris" ~ Casablanca, 1942 xxx
