For her 60th birthday this year, my mom wanted to head down to Baja in search of whales, one of her passions. There were whale watching excursions, and lots of reconnecting with family and friends we hadn't seen in a while. Everyone was beside themselves about the fresh margaritas and mixing bowls full of guacamole and pico de gallo, that we gorged until even I had my fill of what I consider one of my favorite foods. But it was a sweet little trip that capped a very full winter break. Perhaps too full, as I succumbed to a wicked, wicked stomach bug that has had me in a deep Mexicoma since we returned. But all will soon be well. I will miss my little ones as we go back off into our own worlds of school and work. But it always makes the time we spend together so wonderfully precious.