It seems that everything in Paris is tiny.  I suppose because space is at a premium here.  The chairs are tiny, the tables tiny, stores, cars, etc.

The one thing that I couldn't handle being tiny for an entire year was my morning coffee cup.  The cups that were here are small, the handle is barely big enough for me to fit two fingers through.  It just won't do, what I needed was "a mug".

I emailed my Dad and asked him to pick out a mug for me.  I wanted a little piece of him in Paris.  Mom said that he took my task to heart and looked high and low for the perfect mug.  Guess what?  He found it!

When I opened the package, "I ooohed and ahhhhed" when I saw the "G" and the size, thinking; "How sweet that this came from Dad".  I was picturing him spotting this mug and thinking "that's it".  As I held it closer I saw the phrase inside the mug "Love the Moment".  Perfect. 

I can guarantee you that I will certainly "Love the moment" in Paris.  Thanks a hundred times over Dad, I love you to the moon and back!