After I got dressed this morning (okay, afternoon), I realized that the outfit I selected was one I'd worn (and taken tons of pictures in) before.
I wore the pink shorts-navy tank outfit while we were vacationing in Mexico with our friends Adam and Jessie last year...almost exactly a year ago. Since it was vacation, we took tons of pictures, which meant that when I put on these clothes today, it immediately reminded me of our vacation and all of those photos where I was wearing it.
I loved that vacation. I love Mexico, I love the beach, I love being pampered at all-inclusive resorts. I loved the girl time, I loved the couples time, I loved braving the public buses in search of 'real' Mexico (you know, outside of the tourist areas). I loved playing miniature golf by the ocean, eating plantains for breakfast, and having people bring me drinks out on the beach. In retrospect, I even love how extremely angry I was about our luggage being lost for THREE DAYS OF OUR TRIP THANK YOU FOR NOTHING DELTA. Just kidding, I still don't love that, I'm clearly still harboring bitterness.
A year ago, when I wore the pink shorts and the navy tank top, I had a really good day. I look back at those pictures and I smile at the happy memories, thankful for the opportunity for a wonderful vacation with great friends.
But a year later, here's what I'm doing in the same outfit:
Today I'm wearing my pink shorts and navy tank top and I'm cuddling and swaying and rocking a baby who can't figure out why she's so mad. Our friends Adam and Jessie came over last night to bring us dinner and to hold and admire our sweet daughter. There were no breezes off the ocean, no fruity drinks, and not a word of Spanish (or Spanglish) was spoken. When we finished eating, we had to clean up our own dishes. But man oh MAN...what a beautiful difference a year can make.
Same outfit, same friends...but I'll take this sweet baby over a thousand weeks in a Mexican resort, hands down.