I am so blessed to be going to Europe again. First stop Paris. I hope to capture some amazing memories and tell my story along the way. The last time I was in Paris in 2008, I had news from home that my father passed away. It was truly a sad day for me and my family. He was my rock, my confident, my hero! I have many great memories of him and no regrets. I remember asking my step-mother, did he see my postcards? I wanted him to know I was having a great time and happy. This is all he ever wanted of all his kids, to be happy.
Now I am happy to say I am going back to Paris, with my cousin and her two amazing kids. My first glass of wine will be a toast to my Dad. Happy Father's Day to all you Dad's out there and the memories of Dad's we are missing.