Flashback Friday

March 23, 1999. This is what jet lag looks like on a 6-year old girl. We flew from Chicago to Paris for our first-ever overseas trip as a family, arriving in the morning, and we did our best to stay awake all day. I'm not sure what Brad and I were thinking, but one of our activities on the first day was a boat ride down the Seine. Talk about rocking yourselves to sleep . . . I don't think I was the only one who dozed off on the boat. Here is Mary, who had her "I-don't-want-to-go-to-Paris" nervous breakdown in January when we told her we were going on the trip. She was over it by the next day, and the rest is history. On this trip, she soaked everything in and had her first of many wonderful foreign trips. By the end of our week there, the people at the front desk of our hotel were calling her "Marie," a name that seemed to cause her to walk taller, and she had the time of her life. (As did we all.)