Seven days. 168 hours. One daylight savings change. Four Airplanes. Two Pools. More queso blanco than I can measure. A case of Sol. 6 Sunsets. Hundreds of bug bites. One perfect chicken tostada. Two Tamales with the most amazing Mole I’ve ever tasted. 600 photographs. 10,800 minutes with my girls, my amazing husband, and the warm, humid, salty Mexican breeze. This is our trip to Mexico — in pictures....
An Evening With My Girls
It’s morning in Mexico – the sun is shining and the humidity is climbing. We’re off to the Crococun Zoo today, and then the beach. The girls will have their first chance to build sandcastles and taste the salty sea air. We’re having a blast, thus far – and I thought I’d share a few images I managed to snap just before dinner last night, as the sun set over Puerto Morelos....
Five.
On Saturday Elena turned five. FIVE! My oldest daughter has reached the age of actual childhood. An infant or toddler no longer she’s officially growing up – though, like her mother, her stature would suggest otherwise. Normally on her birthday I write a blog post to her – recalling the last year of her life and offering wisdom for her future. Last year, I imparted the wisdom of Tina Fey upon her, and I recounted her favorite improvisational story based on her affinity towards a very un-ladylike bodily function. This year isn’t any different. Well, she is different, but my penchant for sappy recollection remains unchanged, so if you’re not into letters-written-to-children-on-blogs-when-they-can’t-even-read-them, then I suggest you turn away now. This is going to get sappy…. And so, without further ado, for your fifth birthday, I offer you this Elena: You are absolutely a work of art, child. Your smile, your laugh, the way you create...
Eleven years. one lifetime – our surprise vow renewal
Not too long ago I got an itch – I wanted photos, good ones, of DRL and I. We aren’t that couple that has a million and one arm-extended-say-cheese phone photos of our adventures together. We would be hard pressed to find even a handful of those. What we do have of us together – where I’m not all puffy and post-explusion-of-a-wombfruit – is limited to photos of us at friends’ weddings and our own lackluster wedding photos. Our wedding photos, though properly exposed and edited well, and though they cost nearly what I charge for a wedding now, aren’t awesome by any stretch of the imagination. They didn’t capture anything special about us – about our wedding day. They’re simply pretty pictures. And I wanted more for us. While we’re still young (read: while I’m still relatively pretty, free from significant wrinkles, and only slightly jiggly). DRL didn’t quite...