Next week I´ll be 45... and is not easier said than done! 45.... oh my! so here I am, thinking... rejoicing about the things I am grateful for! Being almost 45 is one of those things... I am thankful for life, for breathing, for swallowing, for seeing the sun everyday, for being able to speak, to walk, to sleep, to hear and dance to a happy song, for being able to cry, for being able to feel! I am thankful for having food on my table, for having a car, for having a place to call home. I am sure there are a million things we don´t acknowledge in our everyday lives that we should be grateful for, and humbled by...
Beyond these million little things, there are the small things that make me happy everyday, the things that I thank God everyday in my life... and the huge things like my three girls... without them life wouldn´t even be life. And if I were to make a quick list of the things I am grateful for now-a-days I would start with little presents like these pair of black eyes staring up at me, that just make me look up at the sky and say Thank You dear God!
The sound of Emi´s flamenco shoes on Monday and Wednesday afternoon, her voice always in tune and ready to sing, and her always constant attention to every little detail in the house makes me a very grateful mom!
Seeing Ale bloom from the happiest little girl you could ever see, into my first teenager, always happy and willing to make you smile, is another big reason to be super thankful!
I am thankful because through the good and the bad, we still kiss and close our eyes...
I am happy for the wrinkles that I am starting to see, because they remind me that I am alive, and that I have laughed more than I have cried
... the afternoons we spend at the park while Ale is training, how they enjoy a pan dulce, or how baking a cake beats about any other plan! I am thankful for our bed full of kids even when we want some time for ourselves.. I am also happy for Sunday morning pancakes, even though I often have to make arepas for the non-loving pancake people in our family!
I love driving Ari home from school and hearing her ask for her popon and her pañito (paci and blanky) and looking back and seeing her fall asleep in a matter of seconds...
I am thankful for our Christmas tree, how it makes me feel, how the house smells during Christmas!
I am thankful for this blog and the people whom I have ¨met¨ along the way... thank you for sharing your lives, for teaching me at times, for making me laugh or cry, for making me appreciate life in all its forms!
We don´t celebrate thanksgiving here in Venezuela, but who needs a holiday to be thankful, right? Happy thanksgiving to all, may your house be full of love, peace and joy!
To me it is not a cliche... Christmas is is really the best time of the year! I think I spend all year waiting for Christmas to arrive, is that magical feeling that only twinkly lights, the smell of the Christmas tree, the new Christmas pj's excitement, bows, presents, the smile and anticipation of children, and that perfect blue sky with a bit of cool air that give me this feeling of overjoy and coziness that I simply wish would not pass. We don't have white Christmases but I swear I almost see them white every time I hear the song "I'm wishing for a white Christmas"
Yesterday we officially started Christmas putting up our Christmas tree. It is Ari´s first conscious Christmas and she got into it like a pro helping out and behaving as a big girl. Emi was in charge of the music, and is of course the best DJ ever. Ale, even though is a great fan of our tree day, had this huge Christmas event to go to at school where schools compete in a Gaita competition (gaitas are our typical Christmas music, it is a type of salsa but merrier that we sing to and dance to only during this time of the year), so of course at almost 12 that plan beat our tree day by far! But to tell you the truth, I was really happy for her since it was her first gaita event, and that for us here is like the best thing you can do during Christmas and a big part of our tradition! Even better for her, since we decided not to go because going with a toddler is really more work than fun, Daniel, my 23 year old stepson, volunteered to take Ale, Thelma and a friend... so that was extra cool for them, because as they said... they were going to go in style!!
It surprised me that Ari was such a good helper and understood that all the ornaments were not toys, but were to be hung on the tree!
Ari sang like a thousand happy birthdays to the lights which she thought were candles at first!
Emi and Meche were the happiest helpers ever!!!!
and Ale and Mema..... Oh my.... don´t you wish you could stop time... like click it still for a while?
So there´s that! let the merry begin!
This past week was a celebration of LOVE.... in all its forms!
On Tuesday night we boarded a plane for a quick trip but long flight to Dallas, Texas for our nephew´s wedding! This was one of the most intimate, romantic and full of love, joy, and hope weddings I have ever attended to. Jose Eduardo and Courtney are this perfect ¨Pearl Harbor¨ couple, he is an Army Ranger, and she is an Army nurse... and together they make this perfect all American couple that every little girl dreams about one way or another. The wedding ceremony was simple and magical, every word that the pastor said was so heartfelt I think I spent the whole time trying not to burst into tears! And then the party was so full of little details made by the bride and groom that there are almost no words to describe what felt perfect to me!
I feel so honored and proud to have been part of that special day, surrounded by trees, twinkly lights, flowers, and cowboy boots. An evening that if it wasn´t for all the love that was there, would have been a very cold one! And this made the whole thing just perfect!
Gabriel hadn´t seen his sister in over 10 years... This is another part of this LOVE celebration: Family love.. sibling love... this type of love is as unconditional as it gets, it doesn´t fade, no matter how many years have passed once you see your sibling is like time had stood still, and the question of where did time go... goes unanswered, because really all that matters is that you are together again! This feeling invaded us all through the weekend, I myself am a crier, and of course it was hard to keep my eyes dry with so many emotions.
We were also able to spend a lot of time with my cousin Gisela whom I simply adore, she is more like a little sister to me than a cousin. She moved to Dallas two years ago and it had been that much since I had seen her. She is six months pregnant, so I cried like a mom when I saw her standing tall and beautiful carrying that little baby who will be the newest and most spoiled little thing in our family come this January. We talked non stop for hours, we hugged, laughed, ate, drank Arnold Palmers like crazy, shopped, and just plain and simply loved one another and savored our now, the magic of the moment, the love that we have for each other.. trying not to think that I was leaving again in a couple of days....
We also got to see my cousin Lola, who also lives in Dallas. It had also been more than ten years since the last time we saw each other, amd seeing her and spending time with her beautiful family just took me back in time to sweet childhood memories, and erased any time we spent apart!
To top this LOVE celebration, my mom and dad celebrated their 47th wedding anniversary this past Sunday. I was not there to be happy with them, but their love, patience, tolerance, strength, compassion, and example is the reason that I have always believed in LOVE.
This week started out with a beginning, and ended with the future that we all want... a happy marriage of almost 50 years. We spend a lot of time thinking about time, specially us moms wanting to stop the clock to enjoy life at its best with all our children in our home, we spend a lot of energy planning and trying to foresee our future, trying to make it perfect... but life is happening now, it is not perfect but is ours and its happening. Our now is as magical as that Texas wedding under the trees and the twinkling lights, and the flowers... now is good and sweet, and I am just plain grateful for being here, witnessing LOVE in all its forms. Let´s love one another, love our brothers and sisters, our parents, our children, our loved one.. The pastor at the wedding said: "In the army, men live by this motto ¨don´t leave your men behind¨ we also have to live that way.. don´t leave your wife behind, don´t leave your husband behind, always go back for them...¨ I loved this... Don't leave your people behind, never give up, always go back!
It's worth it... It's LOVE!
Ever since I heard this quote: ¨when you finally know all the answers, the come life and changes all the questions...¨ I learned to live differently. I have never been much of a planner... in fact I think I don´t plan almost anything, but I still tend to expect things to turn out a certain way. I expect the day to go this or that way, I expect my friend to say this or that, or to have a vacation a year or two, I expect to have a nice dinner, or a good night´s sleep... and I expect that on birthdays the world will call me and have a nice cake, and candles to blow with the people I love! Well... yesterday was Gabriel´s birthday, and I had planned this nice little Sunday party with our friends and family.. and then chicuncuya hit us, and we had to cancel Sunday´s party, and yesterday was Monday and in this city with our traffic you really don´t invite people to leave home after work on a Monday!
So, Gabriel´s 53rd birthday was not what we expected, but as I told him... what more do we want than the gift to be with three daughters that adore you, a person that loves you, in your nice and confy home... isn´t this what we all thrive to in life? to have a place to call home? a safe haven to come to after a hard day´s work? yes.. it is definitely a blessing and the greatest gift of all.... so last night as Gabriel blew his candles with his three daughters and one of his sons by his side, I thanked God for life, for another year in our forever!
Happy birthday Sweetie... may all your dreams come true!
This past week was one of those that you really wanted to close your eyes and click it away.... Living in the tropic has a lot of cool things, but it also has it´s downfalls like plenty of mosquitoes all year round, and because we have what they call ¨perfect weather¨ our homes are always open and so we are more exposed to this dreaded little insects. We do try to kill them all, but it is an impossible task!
Emi got the Chicuncuya fever, which is even worse than dengue also known as the brake bone fever, and two top things off just when Emi was at her worst, Gabriel got it too. With this fever you can expect two things... your bones will ache all over at the point that it hurts to walk, and you will have a high fever which will not break in at least two days. The good thing about this diagnosis is that at least I knew that the fever was not going to go down no matter what... so we just had to hang on, and just go through it.... knowing what exactly to expect made it a little easier for all of us. With Gabriel it was a little bit trickier...our doctor said Gabriel had two things against him.... first he is an adult and this type of viruses always hit adults harder... secondly, he is a ¨man¨... and I think we all know what that means....! haha So there... no need to say what type of week we had here in this part of our planet!
Fortunately, after five days of being a nurse, a mom, a cook, a doctor, and basically a pushing ball... today is Monday, it is a brand new week.... everybody is feeling better, the girls are off to school, Gabriel is off to work, and I am here with just a little time in my hands to sit down, have a cup of coffee, and breath! Just in time to prep for our trip tomorrow!
Here is a glimpse of my sweet Emi and how she spent her last few days....
I am usually ready to write, but this past week was just a little to hectic, with really like zero time to get inspired. sit, breath, think, feel, or write. Today is Monday, and with or without my muse I am here! I was reading my yogi cousin´s instagram last night and I remembered why I loved so much doing yoga, it was that feeling of peace, and love, and just feeling centered and grounded. But as I was thinking about this I realized that writing is my yoga now, my earth at my feet, the place where I let my worries go by, the place where I become the girl with a flower in her hair, and barefoot on the grass.... the girl that believes in unicorns. When I sit in front of this blank screen, and look back at my life, and try to look forward, all I know is that we can shape our lives to be this magnificent story of beauty and love, and that life is a sacred journey, and our now is what shapes that journey. So today, I will breath in, listen to my soul, lift up my heart and look at the sky and make this day a good one!
This morning I was sitting in the usual Monday Caracas madness, with this view:
It could have been so easy to just sit there and regret the time wasted in traffic or just look beyond, and through my other window to find and find instant peace and a ticket out of traffic misery!
Ok, so Halloween has been getting a lot of unwanted bad criticism, plus my older girls go to a catholic school where they don´t celebrate Halloween. I respect all the different points of views on the subject, but I believe more in maintaining and guarding my children´s innocence, so I guess that giving them all these complicated and horrible explanations of why not Halloween will just give them nightmares and take away some of their innocence and nothing else, plus I figure that a little BOO will not hurt anyone and just add to their childhood memories! so yeah, lets just put on some costumes and have some fun!
The day started when I went to pick up Ari at her preschool and got this itsy bitsy spider:
Then I brought nine super excited, loud and happy girls home for an afternoon of a million BOOsss
I have to admit it was a little tricky going trick or treating with Ari.... she was hot in her costume, did not understand why everybody looked so weird and scary, and why they were having so much fun.... she actually didn´t have a good time.... oooh but she looked so cute in that outfit!!!! So, I guess it´s better to sometimes just go with the flow, get in the mood and have some fun!
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 13, then I have an 11 year old, and now I am starting again with our three year old happiest toddler ever. Glad you are here, hope you stay a while!
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