My birthday was a very special day...in the past I've been sad on my birthday.
It seemed like I was waiting for something to happen, someone to be there...
since I met Mario, I've had only happy birthdays but this one in particular was a very happy day...
and it went sooo fast.
Xavi and my birthday flowers |
partying on the car ride to LAX |
what's up mom?! |
Our lil grom |
I needed help a few times with Xavi as I had work responsibilities. Granna and Poppa Phee walked and rocked and went to the zoo and put down to nap and fed yummy food. It took two but they did a great job. Apparently, if dad left the room, Xavi would cry until he came back. What was that about? Maybe it was the security of another guy around? Maybe he missed his daddy? We sure missed him...
And as quickly as the days go by...the week was over and it was time to go home. It's always sad to leave mom and dad and their beautiful home in a peaceful corner of the world. What a nice oasis AND bonus of the travel...time with gramma and grampa...and mom and dad. I don't think we ever outgrow our "need" for mom and dad in our life... the relationship certainly changes and us kids end up lecturing our parents on lifestyle (RELAX!), diet (well, mom and dad were doing purification and ate really well...no sugar, not even one smore, well... I had one), and exercise (intervals, hills, bands, oh my!). In the end, it's nice to be with someone who knew you when...you weren't quite you, yet!
Another long day of cars, planes, luggage, and lines...safe and sound...and exhausted.
We were coming home with one thing on our mind...seeing Daddy again.
Coming home is always nice...especially when home is this handsome.
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