A trip to Paris, Luca's first, in 2009 - a few months before he turned a year old. This was one of my favorite adventures simply because we went there to see Luca's grandparents and to see his dad during an art fair. We spent the majority of the time alone, wandering the streets from the break of dawn until late in the evening. Just us.
Traveling with a child is such a special thing, you really see things in the world through their eyes. You find secret paths and spot bits of light and eat in place you otherwise may have not. It's magic.
It's about love. Always about love. So I do what I love & write about that. I share here because I believe every moment, every little thing of each of our lives can mean something.What I love might not mean something to you today, but one day you may think back to a story I told & relate to it. It's in that moment you wont feel alone & you will feel the love. This life is worth sharing for that one simple reason.