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In my heart of hearts, God had been asking me for months to be okay with “letting go” of our anniversary trip to Paris. Through all the planning and saving, I safe guarded my heart from putting my hope in a Parisian trip. Know what? We aren’t going. Instead we started planning for a different trip; Ireland. Guess what? We aren’t going there either. So we planned to go to Toronto. Guess what? {Oh you guessed it!} We aren’t going.

Slowly all of our plans fell apart. One night, while nearly in tears, I told Jonathan, “I don’t really care where we go, so long as it’s just you and me.” As each new plan failed I was losing hope of ever getting time away with Jon. Then Tuesday night, something “major” happened. Julia knocked off my wedding bouquet from on top of my dresser. The delicate flowers I had painstakingly preserved for nearly 5 years were shattered. Thankfully {for her} I was 1) in total shock that is happened, 2) Jonathan was coming home in minutes. As he walked in the door I literally ran out it.

As I was running through our neighborhood I wondered, “Why do I care so much about those roses? I’m not a sentimental person in that way. What’s so upsetting about those roses?”. And it hit me. My wedding bouquet is a reminder of that life. The life before kids. The life of just Sarah and Jon. The life where we could afford to visit Paris. Where our only daily concerns were what to eat for dinner. Where it was just us. The life that seems better.

By the time I got home, I wasn’t ready to go back inside, so decided to mow the lawn. As I reached the backyard, Julia came running outside yelling “Mama!” She was thrilled beyond words to see me {even though I’d been gone less than 30 minutes}. She jumped up and down and waved to me simply beaming.

And it hit me. This life is better. Not the before-kids life. Not the jet setting life. This messy, poop-filled, lack of sleep life is better. Jon and I would not be who we are without the Windhamettes. Our relationship would not be what it is without them. Those roses were gone the moment I found out I was pregnant. They were replaced with less glamourous cloth diapers and sippy cups. And while I deeply cherish my time with Jon, I think it’s only been made sweeter and more precious because of the Windhamettes.

So now, as we have finally settled on a weekend trip and have loving people caring for our girls {Thanks Abdos!!} we are thrilled to be getting time away, time alone. Not because we want what we had, but to make what we have even better.

It’s the middle of March and I’m s-l-o-w-l-y making a dent in my 30 Before 30 list.

Two weeks ago, I knocked off Number 22: Speak before a large audience. Originally, I said that the audience needed to be around 50+ people. My actually audience was around 30+ people. Ok, I could get all nit picky, but I’m not gonna. Plus, I’m suppose to talk at my church’s women’s time in April, which will be in front of about 20 people. I figure, add the two together and you’ve got 50. Right? Yeah, I thought so too.

Right after Valentine’s Day, Jonathan and I cooked this pretty awesome French meal for the Abdos in celebration of Stephen’s 16th birthday. To top the meal off, we made crepes. Ahhh… so long Number 28: Learn to make crepes.

Honestly, Number 28 has been one I least expected to complete. It seems to me that crepes are better left to professionals. I’d even venture to say you need to at least know 25 French phrases (Number 23) – which I don’t – before even attempting to make crepes. But, since Jonathan was going to be along side me, and he is the better, more adventurous cook, I gave it a go. Wanna know what? It was so easy!

I followed this basic crepe recipe:

I mixed together flour and eggs:

Add milk, water, salt and butter – mix well:

Mix well:

Have your filling on hand (remember my love of Nutella?):

Pour batter onto a hot flat round pan (if you have a crepe maker it works best):

Cook until the crepe is easy to handle and flip (about 1.5-2 minutes). Flip and smear with Nutella, topping with strawberries:

Fold in half, letting it set for upto a minute while the chocolate melts:

Cut in half and serve:

You could easily top with Nutella and whipped cream for even more decadence!

Bon Appetit!

About 2 or 3 weeks ago, I got an email from my friend, Becky, who lives in NYC. She simply wrote “I wanna send you something…what’s your address?” Last week, this showed up at my door:

She sent a card that said “After I read your blog about “Pennies for Paris” I realized I had an over-abunance of spare change weighing down my already full and heavy purse. I thought I could contribute to the cause, give the pennies a good home as well as bless you in a small way.”

My socks were rocked off. I am truly blessed to have such an amazing friend. And who knows, I may even get the chance to go back and visit the Big Apple just to see her again.

Thanks Becky!

In college I loved Sex and the City. It was quite normal to have SATC marathons with my girlfriends that lasted to the wee, wee hours. The last season aired during my last year of college. On Sundays, my girlfriends and I would grab dinner and then watch SATC. During that season, the main character, Carrie Bradshaw, lived in Paris. One episode she was walking through Paris, absorbing all the city’s grandeur, and she was wearing this:

I fell in love.

Since that day, I’ve been on the search for a wonderful dress that draws on Carrie, Lucille, and Audrey.

Then, about a month ago, I came across this wonderful Etsy store. There I found, and feel in love with, a beautiful dress:

Jonathan and I talked about waiting until my birthday, in late March, to buy it, but I just couldn’t wait, since there was only one dress in my size and the dressmaker isn’t doing any more. So, last week, with fluttering in my heart, I bought my dress.

It arrived last night.

And is every bit as dreamy as I imagined.

It will be perfect for my Parisian vacation.

I’ve counted all my pennies. Paris, here we come!

Jonathan and I are planning an anniversary trip to Paris this fall. Can I confess that I am maybe just a tiny, tiny, little bit excited? I’m already dreaming of crepes, wine, cheese and visiting Pont Nuef, where we got engaged. In order to go, Jonathan said that I needed to raise half of our travel funds. Which is no small feat for a person with no steady income and who isn’t nearly as business savvy as my friend, Leah. I’ve been saving money since last summer and shortly before we moved, Jonathan said he’d donate our change jar to my funds. I’ve been wanting to count the money for a while, but haven’t had the chance until this week. My grand total in coins? $58.90.

$36 in pennies


$22.90 in silver

I got a huge kick out of counting all those pennies. Every time I hit a dollar I thought, “Oh, yeah baby!”. Here’s the beginning:

I roped Julia into helping me out, handing me pennies as we went:

Here’s my system, that Jonathan laughed at; I’d make 10 columns, 2 pennies deep, 5 rows long:

Here’s the finished product; I really need some penny sleeves:

And some more pennies for my jar: