Many people don't actually know what Cinco de mayo is all about. Many people erroneously think it is Mexican's independence day; others don't care what it is all about, to them it is just another chance to celebrate. There is nothing wrong with looking for excuses to celebrate -I love a good celebration as much as the next person. To me it doesn't matter what the real Cinco de mayo is. For me, Cinco de mayo is bittersweet. On cinco de mayo (May 5th), 2003 I had to say the hardest goodbye ever. My husband and I stood outside of the San Jose, Costa Rica airport clinging to each other, hiding our swollen eyes behind dark glasses. We gave each other "one last kiss" over and over. Then the moment came, we really had to part. My college traveling group was leaving, the semester was really over. While most of the girls in my group rejoiced in finally going home, I mourned the loss (at least temporary) of my newlywed husband as I carried my pregnant self through the customs line at the airport. Cinco de mayo del 2003 was the saddest day of my life. Today, I still remember that sadness and how hard it was for me to walk through those airport doors, but I also remember how much we persevered and accomplished. That was eleven years ago -now we have a beautiful house, three adorable children, great jobs and most importantly we are together. So on cinco de mayo, I am always reminded of where we started and where we are and it reminds me of how fragile, precious and valuable true love really is.
!Happy Cinco de mayo! (Whatever it may mean to you)
!Happy Cinco de mayo! (Whatever it may mean to you)