I found a meadow. A meadow where silence is musical.
Where the breeze plays a soothing flute for you.
Where the chirruping is the drum you need.
Where the crickets are the chimes.
And the pines softly fall like that quintessential tinkle.
The chittering squirrels are the orchestra.
A meadow that soothes your soul. A meadow that makes your heart flutter. A meadow where time stops.
– Teesha
Of course, the title of this blog had to begin with croissants and end in France. The summer of 2024 feels like a blur stitched together with croissants, train rides, and an endless supply of toddler snacks. Thirty days in Europe with a child who wasn’t even potty-trained yet - who does that?
What originally had to be a travel blog will now be a raw account of motherhood, retracing small joys, embracing myself, and everything in between.
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