I'm Back, sadly...

I had every intention of making my first post back be this giant summary of how amazing my 2 weeks with Shane was. But right now, at a little before 5 am my first day back (got in about 10 hours ago), I can't sleep and I am a mess. I imagine this is what coming down from some crazy drugs feels like. Waking up to an empty bed and the reminder that my little Parisian fairy tale is over feels almost as bad as the day he left. I do plan on a long, lovey and mushy few posts about our trip, but right now, I haven't got the energy. It won't be too long a wait though. I just need to shake this whole withdrawal thing...or at least wait for this stupid lump in my throat to disappear.

But yes, I will say that France was absolutely incredible. As expected, it already feels surreal. A little over 24 hours ago, I was in a hotel room with Shane's arms wrapped around me, admiring the view of the Eiffel Tower from our window. Now, I am alone and back in my little Texas room with only pictures of Shane to look at, wearing his favorite sweatshirt to feel close to him. Get the picture? I'm a bit of a wreck. Speaking of pictures, we have about 800 from our trip. Here's one random one to make this post somewhat exciting. I promise stories, descriptions, and many more pictures soon!