Here is the patriarch of the family, with his eldest granddaughter.
Here are G and his primos hermanos: brothers/cousins/best friends.
Here I am with the eldest daughter.

The matriarch with her youngest granddaughter.
We feasted well with a delicious dish, very typical to Hidalgo, the region they call home.
The five young granddaughters made sure we ate well - and insisted on making our second meal of the day!

The youngest grandson.

As we went to cut the cakes the whole family gathered around to take pictures. There are 4 adult children, all with partners, and all of them were taking pictures. Flashes were popping everywhere. It was like we were being swarmed by paparazzi. I joked that it was like we were Britney Spears and Jennifer Lopez.
The kids were unimpressed by our super-star status. They just wanted the cake!
As you may remember there is a Mexican tradition called the "mordita" or "little bite". You are encouraged to take a little bite of your cake so your family can smash your face into it. This year I was ready and tried to ward off the assault.
Of course, there's just no escaping it.
And you still love your family anyway.

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