La graine (the seed)

On a grey April day in 2011, the seed to live to France was planted.  Our son, Brewster was wrapping up Kindergarten at our local neighborhood school in Park City, Utah.  His sister, Sadie was not yet three years old.I was sitting in a Park City Hospital room at with Matt.  Matt dislocated his shoulder on New Years Day. He suffered and skied until the end of the season.  (That's what ski-crazy people do)  When the chair lifts stopped running for the season, Matt made an appointment for surgery.As we waited for surgery, I checked my iPhone email.   The Park City School board approved a dual-immersion program at our local school the night before.    Brewster's school, Trailside, was going to pilot the french dual immersion program starting with the first graders that Fall.Wait!  That's us!!!!I vividly remember feeling like we won the lottery.  Not only do  I love love love the French culture, language and country (not to mention my beloved St Barths) I love the idea of teaching a devloping brain a foreign language.   And right down the street at the public school.  Utah's connection with the LDS church and missionaries make languages an educational priority.    I can't drink full strength beer on tap here in Utah, but my kids have an option for DLI funded by the state at their public school.  We'll take it.It was a no brainer. We signed Brewster up!  He was going to spend half his days at school speaking and learning French.  Sadie was three years behind him and she too would be in the French DLI program.It was that day in 2011 that I thought: I'd love to live in France with the kids.  I'd like to put them in a french school.  I am to make that happen.   Yes, I'd like to try and make that happen.And here we are in 2018.  We leave for France in six weeks and will be there for four months.