I was beyond thrilled to take my children on their very first trip to Europe this past summer. A lot of people have asked me about it. I saved for a long time and paid things off as I went along over the course of about 18 months until the trip date was here. I budgeted for food, souvenirs, we each took one suitcase and a backpack with us. We really traveled light.
Each of us returned a little more in love with being a family. There was a lot less fighting when we were all together and we really practiced our manners with each other. I won’t lie, there were a few tough days over the course of 7 weeks but this is not bad for me. I was able to relax, de-compress, not be as tied to my computer as I had recently been. I hate that about myself but I am one of the providers for this family so I did my best. I always have.
This summer I really challenged myself to personally connect with each of my children every single day. To tell them I love them even more. To pass out way more hugs and kisses than I ever have. I really wanted this to be an amazing summer for my kids. I wanted to introduce them to the Italy that I loved.
But here is the thing, I never dreamt that I would enjoy myself as much as I did. I had an amazing summer too. I never dreamt that I would love Italy once again as much as I did as an 18-year-old. This time I saw it through the eyes of a child and I would not trade that for anything.
Here are a few pictures from our visit to the Trevi Fountain:
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