Thinking back...

It was two years ago in March when my husband called me upstairs and away from our daughter to tell me his company wanted us to move to Paris for a couple years.  My reaction?  I cried.  I liked my life in Virginia. We had friends, a great homeschooling community, a garden that was finally coming together.

But in theory it seemed like it would be a great opportunity for all of us, especially our daughter, to experience another culture and to learn a new language.  It didn't seem right to turn it down just because we were a bit scared of change.