Nurse and I packing our suitcases, making a party of it.. she joking that I may need to house some of her jeans that she bought there on Champs-Elysees.  I tell her fine.  And we laugh, imagine that.

13 days, KNOT TIED.  We downstairs in the lounge, talking about our honeymoon and not how fast it flew, but specific scenes, like today on Monmartre, which felt like a movie set.

Grateful for this, this packing party we’re having before dinner at Coupole, a restaurant I visited in ’09 at the insistence of my mother knowing Hem and Picasso and other haunted it.

This life, this life with her, my WIFE… perfect.  Yes I’m using that word.

Look at her, getting ready, dancing in the bathroom, smiling at me, singing the words to a Bruno Mars track….  I love this.  All of it.