Our last full day in France also happened to be Bastille Day, the French national holiday. The morning started with a highly anticipated (by Thomas, at least) viewing of the military parade.
Jamie was rather less impressed than his father. He was much happier playing with Grammy and going into the village to get bread one last time.
Thomas desperately wanted to start a bonfire, but that idea was shot down (for good reason). He did get to grill though, so there was at least some fire in his day.
Jamie is keenly aware that we don't eat treats very often but that we do eat them on holidays. He asked for an ice cream in the afternoon, and when I initially turned him down, saying we'd had them just a couple days ago and we'd had pastries at lunch, he replied very seriously, "But it's Bastille Day." Ha ha. So we had ice cream.
|more fire for Thomas|
|Jamie and Mommy (sad my eye got squished, this would have been the cutest otherwise!)|
|Jamie and Grand-Mamy|
|Jamie and Grand-Papy|
(I didn't bother trying to take pictures of the fireworks. They never turn out and I wanted to stay more focused on actually seeing them and seeing Jamie's reaction.)
We got back to the house around midnight and went to sleep for a few hours before getting up at 4:00 to get ready for a long day of traveling home. That was the last sleep I got until I collapsed into my own bed in Knoxville at 10 pm Eastern time--basically 24 hours later. Jamie only slept about 3 hours the whole day, and every time I started to fall asleep on the plane, he would poke me in the eye. I have never been so happy to be home...
And I am finally caught up on our trip, hooray! We are so lucky to have spent that time in France and England, and I'm so happy that we weren't apart from Thomas for the entire 2 1/2 months he was gone. We're so thankful for all our family members and friends and random strangers who helped make the trip go so well through all its parts.