It's been almost a week since my mom and I parted ways at the CDG airport in Paris and took our separate flights back home to Salt Lake City and Chicago. When I think back on this recent trip and process all that God did, I can't help but marvel at how he orchestrated everything and answered so many little and big prayers. The trip was about me running a marathon and yet, it was also so much more that I can't help but think that the marathon was simply a catalyst that resulted in a bigger, more beautiful opportunity to whisk my mom away to Europe and explore a new city with her. I marvel at how God saw my desire to run an international race and was like "Oh, yeah? Well, I have bigger plans."
I'm thankful that I intentionally took this time to do a mother-daughter trip; for me, it was important that I do this before getting caught up in life's bigger transitions. Indeed, I wanted to do this trip with my mom as a single woman; plus, it seemed like an opportune time right before my sister gives birth to her first kid and my mom becomes a grandmother. There were so many beautiful moments and lovely interactions with strangers that God gifted us with on this trip - so much so that my mom turned to me at one point and stated she wanted to move to Paris (she'll probably take back these words once her grandson is born haha).
I never thought much of Paris but this trip just sentimentalized the city for me - with all it's beautiful gardens, it's twinkling Eiffel Tower, many pastry shops and bakeries, and array of art and culture - I look back and thank the Lord that I was able to experience it all with my mother.
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