The French invasion has commenced. Last night we celebrated winter solstice with candlelight, vin chaud, and a warming stew made with beef, brandy, and root vegetables.

A long night seemed particularly appropriate since 2/5ths of us were jet lagged, and the rest were sleep-deprived after a 2:30 am bedtime. The kids, almost too tired to eat, took baths and went to bed after dinner, while the adults sampled champagne options for Christmas and walked together in the cool night, engaged in overdue conversation.

When we came in, the boys were not asleep, but giggling together in the dark in their shared bedroom. They’ve been apart for a long time.

Winter lies before us, but we look ahead all the same to lengthening daylight.

Personally, I’m praying for snow.

Happy Solstice.