The Son in Paris

My son sent a photo to me today of a pretty little park in central Paris where he was waiting to meet the other Vancouver artist who was invited to participate in the Italian art project. They were going to have lunch together, then try to get some rest and start getting over the jet lag. My son’s flight left NYC on time yesterday and arrived earlier than scheduled in Paris. Despite the exhaustion his excitement cane through in his brief email. I am so happy for him. Lord, let this trip be a wonderful blessing to him.