Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Paris in 2013
The young man had grown up on a dairy farm, and was a steady kind of dreamer, they both rode horses, and the woman was a bit of a crazy artist girl, the kind that you can give hempseed lotion to for Christmas and she really will like it.
They wrote stories of their life together, they read the newspaper in bed every Sunday afternoon, especially the comics and had picnics with real baskets and sometimes candles, sometimes even in the winter.
The couple had a daughter, then a few years later the family started growing so fast that even the grandparents had trouble keeping up with who was who and what was happening in the busy family. Living on a farm way out in the countryside, the family grew more, with two adoptions and another birth, the larger than average family felt complete. So, the young man and woman, who were still quite young, started to dream.
And, no money to save and put away for a romantic anniversary trip to Paris, which was starting to feel like it had all been a silly, irresponsible dream for parents of such a larger than average family. The couple stopped thinking of special anniversarys and started making room for baby, and went on paying bills and doing the chores and homeschooling a bunch of the children.
So, the couple in love, named the baby for love, and called her Paris, believing Paris had come to them, instead.
So this couple in love, with a larger than average family, is reaching for the moon and even though it is not spiritual or practical, somehow, it is wise and it is right.
Though bad things happen all over in the world, and the couple are parents who have a lot of bills to pay every week, and are fully responsible for their family, they are still are the young man and woman in love, and they started out as just two, and even though there are expenses and worries to worry they have started to plan their trip with the feeling that this should happen.