I'm starting to get restless.
I guess it's because generally we move about
every 3 years.
Well, now we've been here for almost 3 1/2
and I'm ready to move.
Steve called on his way home from work
a few weeks ago asking what I thought about
the idea of moving our family to Paris for 3 years.
The kids overheard me talking
and now they're all pumped up about the
possibility of moving there.
We won't know for a few months
but it's all I can think about.
We lived in Germany for 3 years
and loved being able
to travel throughout Europe.
I keep thinking about what an awesome
experience it would be for my children
to do the same.
This picture was taken in April of '97.
(there were 951 days until the year 2000)
Stephen was Griffin's age now.
And I...was a lot younger.
28 to be exact.
Crossing my fingers.