Today I wanna dance, I wanna sing to the top of my lungs, and twirl around in circles with a flowery dress, or maybe with sequins, I want high heels and red lipstick, and maybe even curl my hair! My baby is turning two and I am happy... unearthly happy, I want to cheers to love and babies, and daughters, and friends, and all that is good.
Lately I have been immerse in a sea of things, I have flamenco, and gym, and school, and a husband, a house to tend to, and basically no time for myself. But then in moments like a traffic light with a good song, girls singing out loudly, Ari laughing and trying to sing along...then I think ¨heck why not, turn it uuuup¨ and I feel this rush of "this feels good" right then and there, the world stops, and sings and dances with us.. to our rhythm, to us! And it's worth it. Life is worth it, the smile on my girls face is all worth it... and a 2nd birthday is worth it!
Today I held Ari so close at 6:50 pm., the time that I herd her cry for the very first time. The moment I birthed her into this world, and the moment were life once again stared back at me with two beautiful little big black eyes, that filled my heart with so much love that I thought I would never stop crying.
Our home has always been pretty loud, there is always something going on, I love that is never quite even when I want it to be quite.... and then comes Ari, to complete our perfect mess with more giggles, and curls, and chubby hands and feet, and a smile that melts your heart. And yes... she owns us.. all of us!
On Thursday, her birthday... I thought that a cake with her sisters, her big brother and her mom and dad would be more than enough.. I mean she enjoys anything sooo much that that would do it...
But then.... life... why stop at a cake, why not really turn up the volume and celebrate it? So there I was with happiness and willingness to celebrate one of the many reasons God has given us to love and live fully. So on Friday I went and got some flowers, made some colorful hearts to decorate the house, called Daniel´s girlfriend that has a cake factory, called my closest friends and family and got ready to party!!!
Got some pretty cool presents!
And I got to take a beautiful picture of my birthday girl... pinkier than the cake, oh and that dress....!
Happy birthday mi puchipluncita... te amo con locura! Life is good!!! Thank you God... really...
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This past weekend was our Carnival holiday, which means a long weekend taking Monday and Tuesday off! Usually when we get the chance we fly to Margarita Island, a 30 minute flight, where my parents have our family vacation home.
When I was a kid, I vividly remember my grandparents house at the beach where we would all go and spend weekends and a lot of vacation time too. I remember I learned how to ride a bike there, I remember getting all dressed up with mom made customs for carnival, I remember my mom and aunts all gathered around the kitchen preparing dinner, I remember non stop playing with my cousins, and my grandfather burning leaves outside the house. Details, not many, but I do remember those were happy times, I remember closeness that still bonds our families together.
Exactly that is what now this house ¨Miel y Papelon¨ means to us. I don´t know if the girls will remember every vacation spent here, or every game they played, or how they spent hours long swinging in the hammocks or having breakfast at the table were we all fit, and how they became mermaids and dolphins one day after the other. But I am sure that the times we have spent here will forever be embedded in their hearts and minds. And once they grow up, I am sure that this memories will keep them together, because in this house cousins became friends, and aunts and uncles, parents, and grandparents became just one!
This time it was only the five of us, It is a little different when is only us, but time alone only the five of us is pretty cherished too!
what I like most about the house is that once you go in... you are still outside...
and then again... the beach... oh my! is not because is my country, but this is one of the most beautiful islands in the Caribbean.
Without a question life is better by the sea!
Last night Ari had a pretty bad night´s sleep.... it was one of those dreaded nights that thankfully don't happen very often, but when they do and once I surrender, I almost enjoy them and in that quiet time I spend the time writing posts in my mind. Last night's post was about love... Of course! I have always considered myself lucky since I think with my hubby I had a romantic movie romance, It included about all the love scenes possible in a movie, maybe even the ones at the airport where the guy runs to stop the plane from taking off... Yeah! I lived that! And yes, that feeling is still strong and has helped us walk in the same direction in all our years of marriage. But even as that is true, real life and real love is not running through an airport everyday to show your love.
Real life is messier than that, time is messier and family is way more messier and complicated than that.... Sometimes we get caught up living love than showing it.... And we might forget that living it is more important. Now a days, friday night romance includes a disney movie with our loves all in the bed, love means happy proud eyes showing us their new ability, it means a tired face after a hard day of work for us, it means an afternoon of planning our next family trip, or a sunday barbecue, it means closing our eyes at night and having three little faces stuck in your mind and heart, is always being ready last because you are taking care of eveyone else, it means never being able to eat a complete meal without a baby on your lap, it means not really seeing grumpiness in the morning or keeping track of what you did and the other didn't. It is so much more real than a black and white scene from a movie.... Love is real, love is made up of the real stories of our lives, some are happy stories, some are sad, some are loud, some are soft,,,.. But all of them make us strong and keep us together. And even though the movie scenes are the first images that come to our minds when we think about love, make sure that they are not the only scenes that are in your mind!
As for my hubby.... I would have to thank him for always reminding me that romantic, is also important to keeping it real and beautiful and bubbly!
I have never seen a baby jump like Ari!
In Venezuela Sundays are almost sacred... is a day to spend with family. When I was little we would ¨dress up¨ for Sundays, first we would go to Church and then to grandma´s. Any other plans were forbidden and really I don´t think nobody planned anything different. Sundays were pretty quite too since nothing was open, and when I say nothing I really mean nothing.
One of the things about living in Venezuela, and I would think in many latin countries, is that the city were you are born is the city were you will live your entire life. Families stick together, and grow up together, that´s why we are so close to our cousins, and aunts and uncles and also friends. Family is not limited to your mom, dad and siblings... family involves everyone! It can get complicated at times, but we have learned to master the art of family throughout our history. Everybody you have met since childhood is probably still living in Caracas, I for example got my architecture degree here and then went to the US to get my MBA at U of I.... and then returned home, and like me, Gabriel, my sisters, cousins and many friends. In fact I learned to speak English while my parents were doing their masters at University of Florida, which by the way will was one of the best parts of my childhood. This has changed radically with all the political and economical situation happening in our country, and a lot of young people are leaving... Fortunately for our family, we are still all here (except my little sis) and so in this chaotic times, we still have kept our sense of normalcy, and our family Sundays!
Anyways, life has change in the city, there are many things to do on Sundays, everything is open, sometimes we plan eating out or going to the beach, or to the mountain... but still families gather at least twice a month for lunch! We rotate between my mom´s, my sister´s and our home, and usually try to make it special. The good thing about this is that I know that when our children grow they will not remember how Mondays felt like, or Tuesdays or Wednesdays... but they will surely remember how family felt like on Sundays!
Ari... give me some moves for the camera!
or laugh like her!
Have a great week!!
I often find myself rushing through the day... and I mean rushing and hurrying everybody up since 6:00 am. ¨Hurry up we got to leave.. brush your teeth, I´ll wait for you in the car, grab your bags, move...¨ this phrases are repeated several more times a day before Flamenco, Gymnastics, a play date, a trip to the grocery store... or whatever it is that we have to do whether is fun or not, we are always rushing through the day. We are usually home before 6pm, and then is like a count down to bed time. At night I find myself usually not really paying attention to what they are saying, and my mind is in other places thinking about what I am going to do after the girls are sleep, which a lot of the times is really just falling asleep myself or binge watching tv with Gabriel.
All my three girls are happy, cute, and bubbly girls, all in different ways, but bubbly! Emi is always always dancing and tapping her feet away, Ale is always in a hand stand, or hopping her way around the house, and little Ari is deciding which of her two big sisters to imitate! And then suddenly I ¨see¨ them and want to freeze my girls in this moment in time, so they never get older. It makes me so sad to know they won’t always fight for space on my lap or climb on the bed, or just compete for a kiss.
Yesterday was one of those moments of clarity when I ¨saw¨ I needed to stop, as I was heading out to take Ale to gymnastics.... I decided to pause the day, to stop the clock for two hours, so instead of leaving Ari with the nanny at home and running errands while Ale was training, I brought her with me and stopped the clock for two hours at the park. My baby and me, no phone, no chats, no interruptions. I picked Ale up and also enjoyed her company and held her hand in traffic, and then I got home and had a little time to watch Emi ride her bike around the block!
So yes, life has it´s very real timelines that we have to meet everyday, but we can also pause for a while, and the world will still be there at its own pace, and the only thing that can happen is that we are more fit to tackle it with a lighter head, and maybe, just maybe a little bit late!
This park is very 70´s Show style! but then.... it also brings me back to my childhood!
this weekend we also celebrated Ale´s 12th birthday with a slumber party! The girls had the time of their lives... and let´s say we didn´t have the night of our lives... haha. But I guess it was all worth it, I had never heard as much giggle and laughter in my entire life!
Hi! my name is Carolina Perisse de Rico, I am a stay at home architect with the biggest project ever... my girls! The oldest is 16, then I have an 14 year old, and my miracle baby who is 6. Glad you are here, hope you stay a while!
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