In a few hours, my little girl heads to Europe. I still can’t get over that. She’s going to see Athens and Naples, the Vatican and Rome, stay with a family in France, tour Paris and explore London. I am extremely jealous.
We’re done with the packing and listing all the packed stuff. We’re done fretting about what we forgot. In about 15 minutes, we need to start heading for the airport. It’s kinda surreal, actually. This is the baby that used to scream bloody murder whenever a stranger came near. The only people who could touch her were her grandparents and us. Now, she’s little Miss Congeniality, jet-setting off to fabulous destinations.
My only consolation is that she will be forced to keep a journal and other educational goodies by the People-to-People crew. They don’t view it as a vacation. It’s a diplomatic mission. I suppose we could use that now – especially with the French. But I still think she’s going to sneak in quite a load of fun.