But the good news is, the sooner I leave, the sooner I get to come back. At least that’s what I tell myself. Even though time mercilessly marches forward, each minute brings us closer to being together. And that’s something to get excited about.

My last 24 hours in Paris didn’t go as planned. I originally thought I do one last quick tour of the city, maybe swing by the organic market again, perhaps hook up with a couple of friends. But what I thought was food poisoning was actually a nasty stomach virus because I promptly gave it to Geoffroy – on our anniversary of course. Well, at least I gave him something.

He spent the night communing with the bathroom, so it was fairly easy convincing him to call in sick Sunday morning. We spent the morning catching up on some much-needed sleep, finally waking up around 11 AM. Huddled in our bathrobes around the kitchen table, we gingerly sipped reconstituted onion soup, shyly smiling at each other.

The rest of the day was spent dozing between all three Lord of the Ring movies and a couple packages of applesauce. But despite being sick, I can’t imagine spending the day any other way. Checking each other forehead’s for fevers, getting cups of water for the other, whispering words of encouragement. Isn’t this what love is really about? Although it sounds like a rather pathetic way to spend our one-year anniversary, I wouldn’t change it for a minute.

Ain’t love grand?!?

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