Today has me thinking about my mom.
I don't know anyone who wished they were Mexican more than her.
She married a Mexican, had four Mexican children, loved Mexico and everything about its culture — the people, especially the people, the food, the history.
For their 25th wedding anniversary in 1994, my parents took their very first trip (of many) without kids to Zihuatanejo, Mexico.
It would end up being their last trip, without kids that is, for we crashed it the next year and then every year after until my mom was too ill to travel.
Mexico made my mom happy.
So did margaritas. Although, I'm pretty sure she never finished her drink.
I was looking through photos today and came across these two pictures.
The first taken on the beach in Zihuat, she was so happy to have all four of her adult children in Mexico with her.
The second is with Froggy. She loved Froggy. They met him in the market on their first trip — he had the best silver jewelry — and they became forever friends.
If Cinco De Mayo is celebrated in heaven, my mom is for sure partaking, listening to mariachi music, wearing a sombrero, eating chips and guac, with a big smile on her face.
How do you celebrate Cinco de Mayo?
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