Dear Journal, Today we reached France. Jack and I were both happy we made it on a ship that didn't sink. We got our bags, and took a train to Paris where we found our hotel. The people here in Paris are extremely nice, and knowing that I was pregnant wanted to help out anywhere they could for Jack and I. We went to the gallery around late afternoon where Jack revealed his paintings. Everyone loved them, and there were some offers. I was so proud of Jack, but I wish that our little Max were here to see how beautiful it is. As Jack and I were walking home, we had to look at the city lights. It was chilly as the wind blew across Jack and I, so I pulled Jack and my duster coat closer to me. The baby has been kicking ever since we reached France, and hasn't stopped yet. Jack and I picked up a present for Max in the gift shop at the hotel. It's a little statuette of the Eiffel Tower made out of brass. I really think that Max will like that. Speaking of the Eiffel Tower, Jack took me there today, and it was absolutely gorgeous. It was almost dark, and the town was lit so that it could've been seen from heaven. He raised out my hands and held them, just like on the Titanic. Jack and I just stood there with my arms still out, and him still holding my hands in silence. We just stared off into the stars. Jack then kissed me, and we went back home. So now, as you can tell, I'm exhausted and need my sleep. Good night, au revoir!
