So I'm back. Back from my 10 day respite in Denver and we're both back from an amazing week long trip to Sayulita Mexico for my best gal Claire Murret's wedding. It was magical complete with friggin fireworks over the ocean and a Mariachi band, who I proceeded to acost and get a picture with.

Let's get to the heartbreaking part. On the first leg of our trip to Mexico, I lost my wedding rings. Again. This time they are gone. I took them off (I know I know) to put lotion on my raggedy hands and then fell asleep like a total asshole. Flight ends, I wake up and get up and leave. In the bathroom moments later I shriek and hightail it back to the plane sobbing and spewing snot and spit all over the confused flight crew. I drop to the floor crawling around looking for the rings. Meanwhile my husband comes out of the restroom and has no idea where I am. I suddenly realize this and sprint to the bathroom yelling something and then telling him to follow me back to the plane. I am now shaking. We look and look to no avail and have 6 minutes to make it to our next flight to Puerto Vallarta. We sprint through the airport and I'm sobbing the whole way. Everyone is staring at me and I don't care. I am not crying because I lost an expensive ring and it isn't insured. (I know I know) I am crying because the diamonds belonged to Peter's late mother. I thought of her nearly every day as I looked down at my beautiful ring. Wondered what she was like and happy that I was taking care of her son. Honored that I was trusted with a little part of her to represent Peter and my union. That is why I was crying and still do. I try not to beat myself up over it but I am devastated and it is heartbreaking. My husband did not react as most would think a husband would react. He hugged me and said "It's just stuff". This make me (and still makes me) cry harder. He should yell and scream and ask "WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THEM OFF????" No. Instead he is nothing but sweet and sensitive and understanding. Hopefully he was freaking out on the inside because otherwise I'm going to enter him into a MOST EVOLVED MAN contest. I love you Peter Provost.

Heartbreaking thing number 2 is heartbreaking in a completely different way. Hadley grabbed my face the other day completely spontaneously and said "You are the bestest mudder I ever seen" I cried. (big surprise)

Sigh...