So, this past week DH and I packed up and went to Mexico for our first ever take-a-plane vacation together, house hunting trips not withstanding. And if you follow on Facebook, (which you should, if you don’t.  It’s all kinds of fun) you saw that.  I’m sure you were absolutely spellbound by my instagram pictures of feet at the beach. There was sand, sun and a wedding.  Actually, there were about 2 weddings a day at the resort, but the one I was there for was to stand with my new sister and brother on their big day.  And it was lovely. Dh and I were honoured to be a part and blessed to have just been there. And my new sister?  Ah-mazing. While there, Dh and I got some time to just… talk.  And share things that we think about during our days and then forget in the homework, lunches, dances classes, MMA sessions and bedtimes.  And they never actually get expressed to each other.  Even though we really, really intended to say them. I got to try and verbalize my hope for Dh these next few years at this job.  And he got to really hear it.  And that?  That’s a whole other post that may never be written. But also got to do the same for me,  and my tears came as soon as the first words left his mouth (current time of the month not withstanding). “You’re 31.  And I’ve known you almost 2 decades.  I want you to finally realize who you are and care as much about her as I do.” I…