Speak French fluently

My latest favorite French word is gazouillis. Every morning I wake to les gazouillis de printemps. After winter, there’s nothing better than hearing the birds in the morning, right outside my bedroom windows, jabbering in my magnolia tree. Between that and the aroma of un kawa brewing downstairs, I am up and at it ready to start my day, and, ultimately, read up on my French. :)

Last night mon amour read me a Jean Cocteau quote in French. He read it so soft and placidly, but with a passionate tempo. It sounded so terrifically alluring and it made me jones to speak as fluently as a native. I am trying, and with each passing method I get better, but I am still so clumsy and gangling, like a prepubescent poet. It helps to have a Frenchman by my side (and a whole French circle of friends at that!), but at times I think this only makes me more hungrily frustrated. I want the ecran to lift so the art of the language just pours in. Ah, but progress is sweet…

... I just wanted to say…

Mes meilleurs voeux! :)

I’d like to be able to have a full conversation with mon amour without fumbling & stumbling around. :P That’s goal #1.