fly me to the 'moon...

Eric and I are fresh off our honeymoon in Mexico.

It was... wonderful. Perfect. Everything and more.

And--best of all--nothing. At all.

For the first time--ever--in our relationship, we had nothing to do. This past year (since I've been home, and especially in the last nine months, since we met) has been nothing short of insane.

And, left without this much-needed week of relaxation, we certainly would've been batty soon, too. The changes have been many; the pace, break-necking.

And just at our breaking point--on the tails of another move/remodel and summer soccer madness--we got our break.

Bliss.