I peeked around the corner and surprised myself!� He�came up from behind with Spring in his hands.� How�he picks the prettiest colors...�
He said the words and he wasn't afraid. Now I'm not afraid and I can't stop smiling so hard.
The gardens of Versailles, lilies of Monet, museums of Paris could not compare with the memory of holding his hand while riding through the charming, french country side.