I'm just an east Texas girl who, through some miraculous turn, is living a life I didn't even know to wish for; those people down there are the ones that make it special. Thanks to them and to you (the reader) and this blog, I've finally started to use my dusty old English degree, joyfully piecing words together to make stories out of our French adventure. I hope you like them.
P-Daddy, Mon Mari, Le Cycliste Geurrier
The patient, calm one of the family. He doesn't ever get too fussed and serves as a soothing balm to my frenzied planning, silly worries, and over active mind. Oh, and now he's a bad a$$ cause he cycled to the top of Mt Ventoux.
She and I are the only human girls. She's got a dagger sharp wit, loves to wear my shoes, and can't get enough swimming. She wants to be a teacher, a pastry chef and a shop owner.
My sweetheart of a boy, he loves trying new foods and will be the first with a kind word when anyone is sad. He's the entertainer of the family. You can see his work throughout the blog, his latest performance being his version of 'near and far'. He dances a mean robot too.
The third and last of the kids who really gives me a run for my money. He's always eating, loves following the big kids everywhere and thinks he can do whatever they do; jumping from steps, say or riding down the hill on a skateboard. We call this his Daniel Craig look.
Clementine Mirabel Petals, La Petite Chienne
Our newest blondie and all around trouble maker. She levels out the boys v girls playing field. I'm sure she will feature in her share of posts.
Les Bon Amis
Our first French friends. They've welcomed us and made us feel at home here. We speak French and they speak English but we always have a dictionary handy.
And of course, the South of France, her lovely self and all the food, wine, and life she shares with us.