So I got to go to Paris this year. Yes, Paris. I know. I’m smiling too. I’m the little girl, face pressed up against the window, rain coming down, waiting… wanting to still believe in Santa Claus, in the Easter Bunny, the tooth fairy, anyone who comes… anyone who stays… just wanting to believe that each track of rain was a path to my door… daring to believe that each track of rain was a way out… I nearly wore the window through… This year, with glass pressed hands, I waved from the Eiffel Tower. No longer waiting. I believe in something. I believe in someone. I believe.