This morning I woke in a large comfortable bed in a Paris hotel room. Lyn was lying beside me, asleep. In that moment of bliss, I recalled how, yesterday, we had travelled here on Eurostar. It had been a long day: I had been constantly worried that I would forget something or slip up somehow. It had been quite a relief, then, to roll up to the hotel yesterday evening to see dad standing there. He greeted us, and helped us out of the cramped taxi.

My mind then moved on to the day to come: how my entire family is here, and how I will shortly meet my new nephew for the very first time. I could.not wait, but that is still yet to come, this evening. I will shortly see both my brothers for the first time since attaining my masters. No doubt they will point out that I am but a master where they are doctors, but that is all part of being a member of this wonderous family of mine.

So there I was this morning, lying in bed in the city I love the most, about to snuggle up close to the woman I love the most, looking forward to a truly memorable day. And as Lyn put her arm around me, I thought, life can’t get much better than this.