When-it-All-Changed

Our honeymoon? More than I could have dreamed of. He had planned everything… down to having our clothes packed. I had never been to Paris. We spent the week sightseeing, kissing, making love, and eating. It was glorious. We stayed at the Grand Hôtel du Palais Royal, a suite of course with an amazing view of the Eiffel Tower. He wanted me to have to the full first timer Parisian experience. We ate at the finest restaurants, visited all of the museums and grand palaces, and chateaus. We talked about our future life together. We discussed having children. How would we spoil them? Travel the world together and be the post card family. On every magazine cover. It all sounded amazing and so surreal. I was loving every minute of it all. But I was also nervous underneath. It was all too good. There had to be something I kept telling myself. But I also wondered why I couldn’t just let myself be happy. Then it was time to go home. Time to return to reality. But, what would my reality be, now? I wasn’t sure. Part of me was excited to find out.