Today is a big holiday in France—La Fête Nationale—which brings to mind a very French memory.
Years ago, my boyfriend, now husband, took me to Paris for my 40th birthday. We had little money, so this was a huge extravagance.
The night before my birthday, we had dinner at a tiny bistro in the 7th arrondissement called Le P’tit Troquet. After a lovely meal, we went outside into the warm spring night. We wandered for a few blocks, not knowing exactly where we were. Then we turned a corner and encountered a most surprising sight:
This happened right at midnight. Jens kissed me and wished me a happy birthday. The Eiffel Tower continued twinkling above us. It was a movie-perfect moment.
I couldn’t have imagined a better birthday. Here I was, starting a new decade under all that serendipitous sparkle, and with the man I loved. I told myself that no matter how the rest of my life might unfold, I would always, always have this moment.
And I still do.
I hope you find some unexpected sparkle the next time you turn a corner.