Needless to say, I am totally wiped out. When you have a weekend of traveling, visiting family, going to wedding festivities, it's like you need a vacation from your vacation. And I don't wanna move this weekend, I want to soak up every uneventful moment.
Cinco de Mayo is the best excuse to stuff ourselves full of chips and salsa, chimichangas (my fav, by the way), and anything topped with queso (duh).
It was last Cinco de Mayo that I told Brandon I was pregnant. It was such a special (and shocking) moment. And what a year it has been! It's surreal to think this little human was the product of all that excitement/fear/anticipation.
Let thy Margarita glasses runneth over! Have a great weekend!