I have a confession to make. Today when you were waiting for me to extract your new “fairy princess” wings out of the bag they came in, I was not moving as quickly as I could have. It is true. As you anxiously willed their liberation, I was taking my time, watching your face lit with excitement and anticipation. It took everything you had to contain your desire to have the new wings in your hands and more importantly secured proudly to your back. Like usual, your face exposed your emotions and it was too cute not to stop and take the time to savor.
Christmas Eve, an hour past Belén’s bedtime, I knelt next to her bed. I finished the shortest book in her bookshelf, “Bubbles Bubbles float on top. Bubbles Bubbles pop pop pop…” a party favor from a little friend’s birthday party earlier in the year. As the book closed she requested a song, like she does [...]
The YMCA Christmas Run is an absolutely great way to kick of the holiday season. Nothing beats catapulting into the holiday spirit while burning a few calories right along side some fun-loving fellow runners and walkers.
Andy took this photo at the hotel he was staying at in Guangzhou. They are getting closer, but China still doesn’t “get” Christmas.
Luckily I had helped her write down the items on her list so she could very carefully give it to Santa. Without getting too close she happily took a pinwheel in return and was quite anxious to exit the premises.
Peace. Smiles. People who follow up. People who do what they say they are going to do. Stability. Change. Books. All of my wonderful memories. Sleep, although I never get enough of it. Breastfeeding because I can get away with skipping workouts. An ability to look to the future rather than the past. Molten Chocolate cake. French cafés. Mexican tacos. Argentine-style steak. Having learned to speak Spanish. Having lived in Mexico and China. Being young. Age, being a state of mind. Ideas. People who inspire me. Color. All of you awesome readers. Every single comment left on this blog.
Despite wanting my child to be able to articulate words correctly, it makes me sad to share that she is starting to say Birthday correctly and her “‘Happy Derday”‘ days are almost over.
When I was sick last week, moments after I had finished puking, Belén walked over to me, put the Pooh Bear birthday hat on my head left over from her one-year-old birthday and sang me “Happy Derday.” I don’t think I will forget the sweetness of that moment as long as I live.
