Buongiorno, People!

Italia here I come!

Departure : 4p.m. flying through my hometown of Paris, final destination: Roma.

I’m not gonna lie — I’m excited. Damn excited. However, it’s not without its share of emotions.

Dropping FoH off this morning, I was surprised to find my heart suddenly jump in my throat. I pulled him in closer and held on as long as he would let me.

Which was a total of about three seconds but that was three seconds I needed.

Prayers, People. Prayers.

For both of us.

For me with safe travels and the seeing of new sights.

For FoH and the smooth adjustment of his mama not being here for the next few days.

This is the delicate dance of Life … of holding on and letting go and knowing when.