On the 21 hour trip home, locked in the car with all my girls, there is bound to be a couple of conversations, worthy of using in my closing. I will save the Big Jim’s Boobie Bungalow billboard for another post, but this conversation happened within the first couple of hours. Nathalie was talking about how all the girls have some how ended up with colds and laughed when she told them, “Don’t worry about it I will give it to daddy!” and almost together, the girls responded with a resounding “NO”. Nathalie asked, “Why?” and Julia said, “Who will take care of us then?” Well, thanks Julia, I always do my best to take care of my girls!

There are lots of signs around that make it VERY clear we are not at home. The people are great, so that is the same. It is hot here so I guess that is close to what we have been dealing with at home, and the humidity is only a little less then at home, so it is NOT the weather. No, the big difference between here and home has got to be the sounds. There is music playing, just about everywhere we go in New Orleans. The girls call it the “creepy music” in the hotel lobby, playing from an old player piano, and there is old school jazz playing in the elevator, and more music in the hallways, and this is JUST in the hotel.

Someone once told Nathalie having children is like watching your own heart beat outside of your body. This little mind, body and soul, that worries you, watches you, and makes you laugh everyday, but is in control of their own actions, and no longer needs the safety of the mother’s womb. For 8 years now, we have watched this amazing little girl grow into a caring, sharing “old soul” person and we are so happy she is in our lives. Happy birthday Julia Boolia!