My Real Life

So, the truth for today is that I love Mexico.

At least, I love the Excellence Riviera Cancun Resort.

Or, to be more specific, I love the Excellence Riviera Cancun Resort when I’m there with Kim, Erin and Michaela.

You know that I turned 40 this year, and since we’re all the same age, you can conclude that these three turned 40 this year, as well.

We haven’t traveled together since our days in the handbell choir in high school, where we went to Michigan, Virginia and Bermuda together.

In youth group, we hit upstate New York and Tennessee.

But, since then, the four of us haven’t been anywhere together.

Kim and Erin have taken vacations together, Michaela and Kim have taken vacations together, but I got married early, and didn’t go anywhere with them.

So, we all decided for 40, we were going.

Over the next few days, I’ll be sharing pictures and stories from our trip.

However, for today, I just want to share the feelings from the trip.

There is nothing like spending time with people who know every single thing about you.

Who know things about you that you don’t even know.

People with whom you share a history.

While standing in the customs line, in the Mexico airport, we watched the customs workers type on the keyboard and then stamp the passports.

Kim said, “That’s your kinda job, Amy” and she was exactly right.

But, I don’t know how many people know, that while I’m all about my creative side, how much I love that kind of work and find it very satisfying.

When we got to the hotel, Erin and I (who shared a room, while Kim and Michaela shared a room), went to check out our balcony.  We heard a knock on the door, and I got excited and started to run for the room, forgetting that the screen was closed.  I ran headfirst, at full speed into the slider screen and bounced right off and back onto the balcony.

I wasn’t embarrassed, I wasn’t self-conscious.  I was with Erin.

I laughed and laughed and laughed.  We laughed until we cried and our sides hurt.

Kim and Michaela couldn’t figure out why we weren’t answering the door, and then when we were finally able to compose ourselves enough to answer the door, we were still laughing so hard, we couldn’t speak, and when we finally could, we laughed some more belly laughs as we tried to explain the story.

We were all glad to come home to our boyfriends, husbands, children and homes, but I think it’s telling that we’ve already sent about 8 emails back and forth between us all, today, after just spending 4 days, non-stop with each other.

I love these women.

And I can’t wait to tell you about our trip!