I do not like the song, So We Never Got to Paris, by the contemporary Christian duet, Out of the Grey. I do not like it even a teeny, tiny bit. I have not listened to it, oh, at least a thousand times since it was released in 1995, just after Michael and I were engaged. The lyrics have never held any meaning as it tells about a young couple who abandon their individual dreams in order to build a life together. That's just so not us.
In fact, I never had a dream of traveling to Paris or "finding the cafe of our dreams."* So this past week, while our children visited their grandparents, Michael and I did not fabricate a trip to the City of Light.
We did not begin the week at our house playing the latest Nancy Drew game. When we won, we did not exclaim, "We are the Champs Elysees!"
The next day we did not watch three old movies and call it the "Can't Film Festival". We did not set up a cafe in front our Lazy Boys and take all three meals there. We did not devour an entire cheesecake, either. Nope, not us. We would never do that.
We did not spend the next day pretending to bird watch along the Seine, which was not really a creek that runs through the middle of a local state park. Afterwards, we did not find a hiking trail. We did not go too far on this trail and almost pass out before finding our way back to the start. It was not all that cheesecake that weighed us down, either. As I said already, we did not eat the whole thing.
As we drove away from our birding expedition, I did not exclaim, "That was the Park de Triomphe!" I was not proud of myself for finishing the hike and I did not have la Sorbonne(s) the next day.
The best part was not seeing this face...
or this one...
the next day.
So, we may never get to Paris and find the cafe of our dreams, but our table holds a whole world of memories. No, we never went to Venice and strolled the streets alone. But we built our worlds together and we got the best of both. *
*So We Never Got to Paris, Out of the Grey, Gravity, Sparrow Records, 1995