In the gentle meanderings of life, some decisions are made by necessity rather than choice. Such was the case when my husband and I returned to my native France to care for my parents—a duty that beckoned with a grateful yet heavy heart, but one we embraced with the guidance of faith. Responding to a divine nudge, we took the leap. And in a manner so characteristic of Providence, this move proved to be a blessing not just for my parents, but a beautiful chapter for us as well. I had longed for the embrace of my family and the beautiful and familiar streets of Paris. The distance had only…