We come home tomorrow

and generally at this point in any trip away from home, I would be ready and welcoming the fact that by tomorrow I would be sleeping in my own bed.

Not so much the case for this particular trip.

Perhaps it's the wind that blows in from the beautiful beach. The warm and welcoming hospitality from HG's parents, HM (Hottie Mama,) and HP (Hottie Papa.) Or perhaps it's the twelve hours of sleep that I've been getting every night, preceded by consuming large quantities of margaritas, shots of tequila, bloody marys, and Mexican beer.

Probably it's the well being of being with the one I love, walking hand in hand with her on the beach and through towns where I search for "Gucci" purses and trinkets to take home to the DD's. Without an agenda, without a schedule, and without any of the stresses that normally consume me in my role as a mother, housekeeper, cook, chauffer, volunteer, and glamorous waitress.

No, I am not ready to leave this place where HG and I have somehow managed to connect on an even deeper level. I thought we were already there; I wonder how much deeper it could possibly go. Every moment that passes, I am in awe of the amount of love and respect that she shows me; showering me with love and attention so effortlessly.

It's been amazing on so many levels. I am not ready to come home; but alas, I have no choice and I must return to my "ordinary" life. I will leave Mexico tomorrow, taking with me the contentment in my heart and the memories of such a wonderful and magical time along with the anticipation of returning here another time soon.