1st July

dear son,

Today we went to an expat mother’s group in the 8th arrondissement, and on the way home we passed through the Parc Monceau. It had been a scorcher of a day and there were tons of people lying in the grass, waiting for nightfall. I carried you in your stroller over the fence, and then took you out and we lay together in the grass, both of us barefoot, and stared up at the summer sky. It was the first time you experienced  grass. You ran your little hands through it and grabbed at it with your hands.

I hope that you will know very well the pleasures of lying barefoot in the grass and staring up at the summer sky on a warm summer evening in early July.


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