Our last day in Paris we intended to take the metro to a famous site, but I messed up and we went the wrong way. We decided to explore that train stop and then later walk to the site. We happened upon a wonderful park with another playground. The kids were thrilled and I gave my camera to my husband. We sat outside the park, watching our children play with a big group of French children. Joy and laughter share a universal language. It was a delightful afternoon. My husband loves being a father. He is wonderful to the children and they adore him. He is funnier than me, and less strict in ways that I am strict, more strict in ways I am not. Somehow there is a perfect balance. It is a joy to share this job of parenting with him. Happy father's day, G. 
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