A Mexican Wedding
The padrinos wore gaucho hats, outfits, cowboy boots, the works. I was so jealous. Most were my close cousins, so I was always stealing one article or another of someone's attire.
This was at the church, mind you. The reception was closer to five hundred.
Never empty glasses of champagne, never ending stories or wishes or smiles or jokes. I never realized before how much a family is a blessing. And how much I really could belong. And the fact that they paid for my plane tickets to get me to the wedding because they sincerely wanted me there, it's all blissfully overwhelming.
And while at home, walking my neighborhood barefoot, watching the lanky children chasing eachother, scaring the roosters, the warm sunsets, the continuous breeze through my house on the top of the most peaceful hill, the life that is so tangible... I know where my heart stays.