MotherMade

MEXICO!

So this is that story I promised... I am not in the most magical of moods so this story may not have all of the colors that it should... All the colors of neon tropical fish that is!

We are going to Mexico! (so there is the ending)
Here is the beginning:

Just recently I was telling Billy that I would love, Love, LOVE to go somewhere tropical. "Like Mexico", that is what I said, "Mexico"! I have never been there, I am from California and I have never been??? I know that is just a little bit redick', but it is true.

Living so far North I have been missing the mexican culture that I grew up around.
I miss hearing spanish spoken in the back round of everyday.
I MISS the food (have yet to find a decent Mexican food joint up here).
Communicating with gestures and smiles when there is a language barrier.
The smell of tortillas and laundry detergent wafting through the air at sun down.
Brightly stripped wool blankets and posters of low riders and jesus for sale on every other street corner.
Home made tamales-- a dollar a piece off the tail gate of a truck.
Flats of strawberries bags of oranges.
Flea Markets.
Family. I always admired how the Mexican families stuck together. I wanted to be a part of something that strong.

So, I am not mexican, But I love coming from a town where much of the community was graced with a strong Mexican presence. Most of what I know of any sort of culture I learned from them, I have kinda adopted it as my own. So I thought I would love to go see the origin, the roots of where all this magic originally came from.

Anyway I love stuff from mexico and like I said, before I went off into my little ramble, I was just telling Billy how badly I wanted to go to Mexico... and how could we ever make that happen? etc...

I even made a painting that had "you should go to Mexico" scratched in the paint.
like I had been and highly recommended it, but really I was talking about me, us, we should go to Mexico! And low and behold... WE ARE GOING!!!!

Here is that part; How we are going:

When Ree and I were down in California, visiting Friends and Family. my Friend/Mom was looking for tropical places to celebrate her 60th Birthday... And of course I recommend Mexico, we started looking around the internet for places, flights, villas etc... and before you knew it she and Ronny were flying us all down to stay for 9 days in a villa on a lagoon in Akumal MEXICO!...
What the F#@k!
Are you kidding me?
It was like Magic!
These people are pretty magical!
ALWAYS are!

THANK YOU JOANN & RONNY--WE LOVE YOU!!!

Someday I'll tell you the story of how we chose each other as Family (when you are ready for more magic)

The Little Tree Family

This year for Halloween we got all dressed up in our leafy greens and hit the town as the Tree Family. Both Billy and I were Oak Trees, and Reesie our little Acorn. As usual we partied until the wee hours (you know, till like 7:45...pm) at the Tandem Coffeehouse. Cait and I had put together sort of a baby pumpkin patch kind of a swarey... for the little ones and their folks. A warm, cozy, glowy vibe where we could all hang out inside, out of the weather and sip warm sips of a bevy of bevies (translation: coffee, coco, and spiced cider galore) with our little babies all decked out... As Acorns, Garden Gnomes, Pirates, Livestock and of course plenty of Pumpkins. It really was a lovely time. Halloween has never seemed more fun to me and now, even special. I loved making Reese his first costume, It's like everything you do for them has more meaning then anything you would ever do for yourself... It's not like I wouldn't dress up in years past, it is just that in years past, not every stitch was sewn with pure love. Did that sound weird? Am I making any sense? I know I am not getting this quite right... for as much self love and nurturing I have for myself, which I am not lacking... And am now starting to sound a bit arrogant and full of myself. What I am trying to say is that I love life, I do and I mostly always have... I think things are fun and I enjoy doing all sorts of stuff for myself and others... But never has it ever felt so pure, selfless yet gratifying and unconditional. I mean he had no idea that he was looking especially adorable because of me and my stiz-nitchery... he could not have cared less- he truly was none the wiser. But none of that mattered, because it never does with them... No expectations- everything for them is done out of the realest love you have in you and that love just makes you want to do your very best. I love that! The feelings he brings out of my heart are incredible and un-convayable-- unless you have one of these little gifts of child yourself, and then you know what I am talking about, and I can just shut it on up now, because I am getting weird and rambley and emotional. But aren't we mama's and papa's so lucky though?