After the beautiful spring weather of the last few weeks, this week has turned cold, windy, and rainy. There is even hushed talk of snow flurries later this week.
And yet, I do not care.
What has brought about this change of attitude? Have I
lost my mind decided that I don’t mind winter all that much? Certainly not.
I’m in Mexico. For a week. Bart and I are celebrating his upcoming thirtieth birthday, our fifth anniversary, the end of our childless days, my week of spring break, and the successful completion of his first busy season in accounting.
We’re staying at a resort and have no plans to do anything besides eat, sleep-in, lay by the pool, walk along the beach, read, and watch movies. This will not be one of our trips where I have the minute-by-minute schedule of places to eat, things to do, and people to see. The only minute-to-minute agenda I have is to circle the eight restaurants and eat everything on every one of their menus.
If my next pregnancy pictures show me having gained 50 pounds, you will know why.