It was raining, my soggy dress clutching onto my skin, I look around at the streets of Paris. I was right where I wanted to be.
On my right I had my beautiful husband in a wet suit, I wanted to rip it off him. I give him a smile and squeeze our hands together he is the best I have ever had.
On my hip I had my son, his wet blonde hair scattered across his forehead. Sucking on his thumb, he was my life.
Right in front of us was the Eiffel Tower when everything happened.
"This is where I met your father, love" I smile down at my son as his head turns to the Eiffel Tower.
I set him on the floor as he runs towards it he bumps into someone, it was a little girl who had red hair and freckles with her mum.
"Sorry" my son says.
The young girl moves behind her mum as her mum laughs "it's alright dear!" She grabs her daughters hand.
"Wanna play?" She says quietly.
My son nods and holds her hand before they are jumping up and down in the rain.
"This is identical as when we met" my husband pulls me close and kisses my forehead.
"I love you"
