Life in Venezuela has been nothing like you would think it is in the past years. Many of you know that we´ve been going through some pretty tough political and economical situation, but lately it has been so bad that I have opted for not speaking about it here, and just live this space as it is, my own little space for happiness, thoughts, love and family... my mommyworld. This is also pretty much the way I like to keep my household, free of the terribles that happen outside our door, but sometimes it´s impossible to not talk about it, or to try to ignore.
We have always been know for being happy people, for being a country full of opportunities, laughter and color. We have the best beaches because the Caribbeann Sea is kinda like ours, some pretty amazing mountains, waterfalls, we even have the Amazon... and to top it all we have more oil than Dubai... it was so good that Venezuelans had never immigrated to other countries, life has always been kind to us. Unfortunately, and to make a long story short... We´ve had the worst government possible for the last 15 years, a lot of people are calling it a Dictatorship, corruption is ridiculous, insecurity is absurd, poverty is growing by the minute, basic salary is as low as 10$ a month; the worst is our latest problem which is scarcity of basic goods... when you go to a supermarket, you will find half of what you are looking for, and if there is something like milk, rice, oil, diapers, corn flower, shampoo or toilet papers you will surely spend three hours in line or otherwise buy it at 10 times the price to contraband.
Still... if you have read my blog before you could not tell this by reading my posts, or by seeing the laughter in my girls faces, and this is not me... I think all Venezuelans have the capacity to see the good in the bad, and to make it a good day no matter what. All this is getting a lot more difficult lately, and it bothers me that children have to grow up listening to everybody they know worry about the future and seeing many many friends and family leave our beautiful country in search of a more peaceful living. But this is were we are, this is home, and we have not taken the decision to leave... and so everyday we try to make it the best day, we try to see our beautiful blue skies instead of the faces of the politicians that have taken over our country, and we watch the Disney channel instead of the news, and we go to the beach in spite of not wanting to.... and we know it is a blessing to be able to enjoy our Sundays lunches at my parents. I call and I will call my sister every single day a hundred times to talk about the same things over and over again... but mostly to reassure ourselves that yes, we are doing a good job, and that staying is what we want to do... and so day by day we know we live the life we want to live, and ours is beautiful, and it is a blessing!
As for my girls... well life is not easy, we are living in a world of immediate gratification that is undermining our ability to wait, to enjoy, to imagine, to create.... and maybe living in a country like this will help me, raise optimistic strong women capable of adapting to change, of creating their own happiness without help from others, of being able to enjoy life as a gift, and being the smile on somebody else´s face! And lastly being proud of who they are and what they are!
I don´t know if any of this made any sense to you... but I needed it today, so thanks for listening because now I am proud of being Venezuelan, once again!
Here are some pics of us, living without giving it much thought.... our life in pink as I call it!
Because in this corner of the world I get to enjoy this view every sunday...
And we find baby guacharacas in our rooms, which then in turn think that whoever found her is her mom....
and this, hug, this kiss.... and having my mom always there for us... priceless. If she only knew how big a force she is to us!.. maybe she knows, we´ve told her a million times!
my support and my inspiration... my team mates... all of that in this one picture!
This... this is the Venezuela I see... only this one!
Hope you have a wonderful week!
Yesterday I came across a quote that said: ¨life whispers... listen closely¨. I loved it so much that I put it up on instagram. Life whispers... so true, we just have to listen closely which is not really easy with all the noise coming from every single thing in our lives. Yesterday for instance was a pretty loud day, there is the usual stress of living in Venezuela, beautiful yes, but lately so complicated and stressful. People get trapped in useless conversations about how we are constantly hitting rock bottom and how we could turn our lives and country around, the constant question of how are we supposed to keep on living here, and still not wanting to ever leave the country that we love so much... On top of all this taking up a lot of space in my mind, it finally rained, which is good, but traffic in Caracas goes wild with a single drop of rain, so we didn´t make it in time to Ale´s gymnastics and had to turn around pick Emi up from track and field training and head home to arrive almost at the same time as if we had made it to the gym. When I got home, I found Ari unaware of the world around her, in her own little birthday party for her toy friends....
That was all I needed to stop and listen closely.... because I know that it doesn´t get any better than this. Life is sweet, it is a constant celebration of love, it is the smile on your child´s face celebrating a birthday party for her toys, and then is your turn to blow the candle and suddenly you are also two and nothing else matters... and all you had to do was listen closely! Isn´t it wonderful?
And then there are times when life speaks ouy loud and so very clear just in case that when it whispered you were not listening. This morning... My stepson got his first job offer, and he immediately sent me and his dad a picture via whattsapp. I was sooo happy to hear this, but what made my day was what he told me afterwards...(I took a screen shot of our little conversation, hope he doesn´t mind)
For those of you who don´t speak Spanish, the important part says that he is super thankful for everything that I have done for him, that he listens to me more than I could ever imagine... and that also I should know that he loves me like if I was his mom! ... Then of course I cried tears of happiness!
Raising a child that is not yours is not easy, it has its ups and downs.... the downs can be very low, but when you get rewarded like this... oh my, I think I cannot put into words the goodness of it all! Today I was reassured that this little part of this family´s puzzle, is good, it was hard earned.... because family, is not given just like that, is hard work. Maybe so that every reward we get from it can be heartfelt and celebrated, and so that when life whispers.... we´ll be able to listen to it!
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I usually write what´s in my mind... there are moments that bring up feelings within me that I just need to put into words, they just pour out of me and as they come out I post them, I don´t rewrite my feelings, I like them raw, as I feel them, no over thinking them... but this week I´ve been giving it a lot of thought on what I want to write for mothers day.
Two things come to mind when I think about motherhood... my mom and my girls... and in the middle, me as a mom. When I think about my mom is when I get like an overload of good feelings that I cant seem to untangle. My mom is the best mom in the whole world, she is smart. intelligent, funny, optimistic to a fault, wise, kind, selfless, maybe too generous. strong, courageous, patient. She has taught me everything I am and everything I am not. When I think about my childhood the one feeling that always comes to me is being loved. I never ever wondered if I was loved for I knew I was adored. and I know today that I am still adored. I know that I only have to pick up the phone for my mom to drop anything or everything for me. If I need a word of wisdom there she is, if I need to laugh well there she is, if I need to be listened, oh my there she is.... If I don´t know what to say to Ale or Emi in any given situation I just need to ask her and like magic any issue is resolved. But the most important thing I think my mom taught my sisters and I is the meaning of ¨home¨... of ´our home¨, she taught us every day with every action that love in our family is unconditional and endless.
The door to our home had little bells hanging on it so that when you opened it, it had this magical sound... it was this little twinkly peaceful sound that alerted everyone that somebody had arrived! And before coming in there was always someone at the door to greet you with a smile, whether it was my mom, my dad or one of my sisters.... there was always someone there. Once you got in, this awesome feeling of ¨am home¨ and feeling ¨am loved¨ took over you, and this was valid not only for us but for anyone that came home with us. At home there was no competition, no comparisons, no striving for first places, no pretending needed to fit in, it was or it is a place to be the best, and be loud about it or just be silent. It´s a place where forgiveness is real, and mistakes happen. There we have disagreed maybe more than we have agreed... because we know that no matter what, we are loved, and treated with respect. Chaos did happen sometimes, fights did too.... tears, and some hard years, but there was always my mom, strong as a rock, in the middle, never tired, always there, forever loving... and we worked out every single thing together as a family... no one ever felt alone, never were we alone to feel alone. Our most basic and maybe unspoken rule was Love without questioning...
So now that I have my own little home, with three beautiful souls in it, I can only hope that my girls feel the same way about their home, and if they feel the same way about me as I feel about my mom, well... I would be the luckiest mom ever. That´s why no matter how many times I´ve lost it, or yelled or cried, I´ll always serve another bowl of ice cream to get a smile out of any of my girls, I´ll watch Peppa Pig over Criminal Minds, I´ll drive across Caracas as many times a day as I have too, I´ll dance to whatever song they are playing, I´ll pick up one thousand pairs of shoes a day without getting really mad, I´ll do fourth grade and sixth all over again, I´ll happily never eat a meal without someone on my lap, I´ll put make up in the car after everyone is beautiful and ready.... Because my heart is full, complete, and the days are long but the years are so short.
Remember, our children´s smile is on us! Hope you all had a great mother´s day, embrace your family and children, and smile.... because we have been blessed!
and today.. the absolute without question best grandma in the whole wide world!
Te amo mami! eres la mejor del mundo... espero que no hayas llorado este post!
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Carpe Diem! that seems to be like the thing you have to do.... more when you are a mom and everyone reminds you to ¨carpe diem¨... seize the day... enjoy them while they are little, they grow up so fast... but the days are so long, and life is so hectic that those little big words sometimes tend to be just a phrase, a pretty one, but unreal. I think that my life now among a toddler and teenagers is like a marathon.... I have my best running shoes on, the best running music, I have trained, but am also out of breath most of the time, my feet hurt, am thirsty, its hot, and even though I might not be enjoying every single minute of the race, there are moments that I am able to pause and breath and enjoy what am doing, to feel proud of what I have accomplished so far, and eager to get to the finish line. And then once I cross the finish line, I know I´ll immediately want to run another race... and even though each mile was treacherous and painful, the feeling of accomplishment I feel at doing something I set my mind to makes sense of the hard work it meant to get there.
Motherhood is a lot like running a marathon or climbing a mountain... we don´t enjoy every single minute of every single day. that´s almost an impossible task specially when you are raising your family, but everyday there are moments worthy of seizing, moments that make up for all the other moments that go by unnoticed, moments worth of a photograph, and when they are worthy of a picture is because they mean something and because they are beautiful, and because those are the moments that matter, and that piece by piece make up the puzzle of our lives. Sometimes this moments don´t necessarily have to be joyous and happy moments, real life is not always perfectly happy, these seize the day moments can be also the moments when you ask for forgiveness, or when you forgive someone, when you cry, when you feel sad but have a shoulder to cry on, and by acknowledging those little moments am sure that years from now when I see these regular and uneventful pictures I will remember an ordinary day as extraordinary, and I will again know that it´s been good!
Everyday, in the middle of my very hectic life, there is always a magical moment... the thing here is to be able to recognize them and stop for a minute to cherish them... to ¨Carpe¨ them. For me this moments are simple.....
Is the magic of suddenly seeing Ari´s love for a wooden dog she found in the middle of a store, and how she looked at me peacefully and innocently unaware of her surroundings, begging me without words to love this little one!
Is the joy I see in my dad´s face whenever he is with one of his grandchildren!
Is enjoying, seeing, and feeling Ari´s life as she slides down for the 30th time!
I stop and breathe in moments like this when I see cousins becoming best friends for life!
And my hearts jumps with joy in moments when I see sisterhood making it´s way into my girls lives!
And then there are this so very ordinary moments when the girls get home from school and they just run me over with hugs and kisses.... and then I say selfieeee.... and they say yessss!!!!!
So go and don´t carpe diem.... but carpe a minute or two...!!!!
Here in Venezuela we have the Holy Week off, kind of like US¨s spring break, with the difference that is a religious holiday. But then of course, we also take advantage of the break and usually go to Margarita Island to my parents´ beach house.
Because blogging doesn´t happen in bubble, nor does life... or vacations, this one had a rough start... The week had been pretty messy, Ari got sick, with a very high fever, I could tell she had a throat infection and an ear ache... to make matters worse, she would not by any means take any type of medicine. Took her to the doctor Tuesday morning, and she had what I thought she had, the problem was that we couldn´t get her to take her antibiotics, the solution was to inject her three days in a row. It might sound like a drastic solution... but trust me, this two year old has the will of a gladiator! So with Ari being sick, plus real life, I had no time preparing in peace for our trip. That led me to not printing the plane tickets until the taxi was waiting outside... It was 1 pm, and according to my wonderful memory, our flight was at 4 pm, I really thought I had checked online our plane tickets several times and our departure time was 4:00 pm... when we got in the cab to drive to the airport I looked down at the tickets once again and realized our flight was at 14:00 hrs... which meant I had really messed up here and we were never going to get on time to the airport. Real life. Luckily for me, Gabriel maintained his cool (am still wandering how he did it!), and even though we missed our original flight and all the planes to the Island were overbooked, we were able to pull some strings and boarded at 7pm. It was a very stressful afternoon, the girls wanted to kill me, I am sure Gabriel did too, but as it turns out, luck was on our side and we made it to the Margarita!
Margarita Island, and my parents beach house ¨Miel y Papelon¨ is a tropical paradise for me! Here I promise you that I spend the days just breathing in God’s majestic views, and breathing in life. The sounds of the waves, of the cool breeze, the continuous laughter of the kids muffled by the sound of the ocean is all the fuel I need to realize once again that I am living the dream!
And trust me, as beautiful as this island is, is not paradise because of that, is paradise because here my girls grow as sisters, they become sisters to their cousins, they become friends for life, I find my sister again, and my mom and dad aside from really being the greatest grandparents in the whole world, are able to be the very best for ¨25¨ hours a day! So as you can see.... yes, this is paradise!
Here as my dad said.... ¨Ari found herself a new slave¨!!!
Memories at the beach.. many... but then there are the memories at the beach house, and those might not make as pretty pictures, but am sure they might make for prettier memories.
Every morning we wake up to the voice of many excited kids .... sometimes of an excited grandpa waiting for company. And even though I am not much of a morning person, waking up to this sounds and the smell of fresh made arepas in the outside kitchen, and a table full of my loves just makes for a perfect morning!
This last picture is not of this vacation but I didn´t take one of all of us sitting at the table this time.
Evenings at Miel y Papelon...
fancy dinners with not so fancy plastic plates!
Waiting for Abeyo to get home from buying the day´s catch for dinner... this is so cute!
These little two.... there are many types of love... their love... well it just makes your heart bigger! Pali is the only boy in the house, and he has our hearts with his kindness, sweetness and love, and then because I think he looks a lot like me, well.... I tend to play mom to a boy whenever he is with me, and while on vacation that happens for the whole time!
On Palm Sunday we went to Church and then went for some ice cream at the mall
This is our stop for Cocada everyday after the beach... Cocada is a very typical drink, kind of a coconut smoothy made of coconut and coconut milk! It is soooo good! We also have hand made coconut ice cream sold at the beach in its very own shell, and you can also buy coconut water straight from the coconut, right on the sand!
For some sightseeing I exchanged my tween for the sweestest nephew you could ask for!!!
and of course the best of the best.... real life love, in front of the camera or behind, perfect smiles, real hugs, sun kissed girls who couldn´t love each other a little bit more!
To me, the smiles of these 6 children is what makes this vacation and the captured memories from it even more special. I'll look back at all these moments where kids are smiling and waves are breaking and cheeks are sun kissed red, hair is beautifully messy and salty, and I'll know that this little part of this puzzle, is good, it was easy but also it was hard earned.... because family, although it looks easy and beautiful in pictures, is hard work. And every memory, every smiling moment, every great picture, every vacation, every beach trip to Margarita, is hard work... with the best reward ever, a heart full of love and memories to piece all of us together!
Have a great week!!!!
The mountain is a national park, so the only thing you will find there is peace and quite, nature and breathtaking sights, and a few restaurants! If you have a SUV you can go up yourself or you can ride a jeep that takes you up. You get to see Caracas when you first start going up and the views are really amazing.
We often get so caught up in living that we forget to live! I live in a very chaotic city, and I when I say chaotic I don´t mean ¨NYC chaotic, I mean really bad chaos in its truest definition... We are going through the most difficult political, economical and social situation in the history of Venezuela. Our president is as incompetent as they get, and his politics are turning him quickly into a dictator. We have what you could call a war economy where even though most products can be found, it may take multiple trips to various stores and the frustration of standing in long lines to get them. Rumors tend to dominate street and family conversations. And the worst part is that as of now Venezuela is ranked one of the most dangerous cities in the world, forcing us to stay a lot inside. This in a very very small summary.
But.... life goes on, and still Venezuela is a stunningly beautiful country, and we tend to be positive people, and life will not wait for things to get better. We have families to tend to, and happy childhoods to give to our children, and marriages to follow through. We cannot stand still and just sob over things we cannot control. Challenges make us stronger, make us grow... make us tough. We cannot control everything, but we can decide how we live.
Friday was one of our friends birthday and we were invited to go to El Avila for lunch. El Avila is the mountain that surrounds Caracas and which you have often seen in my posts.
Once you get to the top of the mountain, this is the view you have! It is absolutely perfect, breathtaking... you leave Caracas on one side and when you start going down you can see the sea, our beautiful and so rewarding Caribbean sea! And right there, at that perfect spot, is this little perfect restaurant that makes you feel as if you were having lunch on a cloud!
We rarely break away without the girls in tow, but once in a while is so necessary! We are usually able to reconnect and grow our marriage and family at the same time... but when you take a break once in a while, you do remember that time for yourself and with your husband is also needed to be a great family and a good mom... And being able to see this sunset with your love is so worth the time!
And see... just posting this pictures and seeing this sunset again made me forget the chaos that I started talking about... and finished feeling blessed, and happy, and hopeful and in love!
Have a great week you guys!!
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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If you follow my blog, you will be wondering when will all the birthdays end, since we´ve been celebrating since November Gabriel´s (Nov 10), mine (Dec 2), my dad´s (Dec 18), Emiliana´s (Dec 26), my mom´s (Jan 25), Alessia´s (jan 31) and February 19 we´ll close the cycle with Arianna! And of course we have Christmas in the middle, so by Ari´s birthday we are all kinda like with a hang over.... haha
Anyways, Ale will be 12 tomorrow! My baby, the one that made me a mom, my little artist, the one I held for hours on end, the one that didn´t sleep through the night until she was about 2, the one that cried the most, the one with the tantrums but the happiest baby alive, my baby... the one that taught me that life was nowhere close to what I thought it was until she was born. The one that made me see the colors of the sky again, all the beautiful flowers that crossed our path each day and that I had stop seeing a long time ago, the one that made me see how beautiful life can be in every tiny little detail, the one that awoke my sense of wonder again.
Is Ale´s birthday tomorrow, and my birthday as a mom! We have learned together, I have failed at times and she has forgiven me with wanting eyes, arms wide open and a head full of hair for me to caress. She taught me to laugh my head off, or just sit silent immerse in my own thoughts, she taught me to be patient, to keep my cool, she taught me to see the colors in my own garden, Ale showed me how to be generous at heart... she taught me how to be a mom!
So tomorrow, I´ll miss my baby girl because as hard as I try to stop the clock, time goes by and quickly, and all I can do is watch my baby blossom into the most stunning of flowers, into a big girl, into the daughter I have dreamed of, and painted through out all these 12 years. We are beginning a new road again, parenting has again become something new to me again, we are learning again how to walk this new path of teenage years where I don´t always know if you are listening, where am not the idol, or the coolest, or the funnest... but then comes the night and you still hop into our bed, and curl up underneath the blankets with me and I know that no matter how old you are, you will always be my baby... my very first one!
Happy birthday mi Alessita bonita.... te amo de aqui hasta el cielo y mas alla! te amo te amo te amo!
This past Sunday was my mom´s birthday, she turned beautiful 71 years old!!! I have been thinking what I wanted to write in this post... and to tell you the truth I have been a little overwhelmed by feelings and emotions lately, so that I didn´t want this post to be overly sentimental. My mom... there is no way I can get the cliche out of the phrase ¨my mom is the best in the whole world¨ because to me is not a cliche, it is the absolute truth! Of the things I love most about her is how she raised us to be strong women, women capable of loving and being loved, women who think can conquer the world from wherever they are standing. She taught us by example to see beauty anywhere, she taught us to bloom! My mom is an example of generosity, happiness, selfishness, love, compassion, understanding.... I love how she is able to love without judging and without expecting really nothing in return. Well anyways.... that is my mom... the best one!
And then, my mom is the best grandma ever... the cool thing is that she doesn´t do the typical grandma stuff with her kids, she is just her plain beautiful self, and her grandchildren no matter how young they are, know it! Here is a letter that my niece Thelma wrote to her for her birthday (I translated it the best I could trying to keep it as real as the one in Spanish). I think that after this I need to say no more! Happy birthday mom! I am so happy to be your daughter!
Here is the letter:
Happy birthday! Hope you have a wonderful and fun day... enjoy!!!! Today is the most special day of all! I think of you every time I think of good things, you are an example to follow, you are good to everyone, you help everyone as if it was a gift you were receiving, you put everyone before yourself all the time. I want you to know that every January 25th I think of you every second of the day. You are everything to me, you are my role model, you are the one that inspires me to be a better person. You are beautiful, spectacular, on the inside and on the outside. Every time I am going to do something good or bad, I think first what you would say, you always give good advise to everyone and specially to me. Thank you so much for helping me in everything, and for being good to me in good times and in bad times.
I also want you to know that on January 25th, 1944, I was a little angel in heaven, and as an angel I was so happy to see that such a beautiful person had been born, and right then I decided that I wanted to be your oldest grand daughter. Beautiful Abi I wish you the best! Today is your day ,and my only wish is that we get to enjoy many more birthdays and that when I grow old I want to be as beautiful as you, I want to help the world following your example.
You are my all, my daily inspiration, and the one that makes me smile every time I feel blue. You are like the last diamond on earth, so special and unique. To sum it up.. I love you with unexplainable frenzy, and I wish you the best!
Happy birthday Abi!
and of course you know we couldn´t sing happy birthday just once!
aaawwww she is so cute.... let me steal a kiss!!!
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!
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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