arrival

I have a friend.

She is my family.  Like my family is my family. 

She just had a baby. 

For ten months I teared up every time I thought about this baby. 

He is here.  I love him.  He is so good. 

The anticipation, the excitement, and the love, we felt as we waited for him was overwhelming.  His parents and grandmothers and us, the girls, sisters with no blood in common, we waited.

His mama is strong.  She has been waiting for him her whole life. 

He is here.

My heart swells.

I would do anything for him.

Much love,

elena

simple pleasure

I have no words to describe.

We grow up and we forget to embrace the moment and find the joy in our everyday routine.

Enjoy,

elena

10. 10. 10.

I  had an amazing day, and I took a ton of fun pictures, not necessarily good pictures but they make me smile.  I thought I would participate in Ten on Ten.

The Tenth of the month, Ten pictures, Ten hours.  My friend Kim participates every month I always love her 10.10.10 post but I have never managed to do it before.  I may have missed the point, finding beauty in ordinary things, because all I took was pictures of people. 

My people.

It was a more then ordinary day.

I spent the day with two kids, one dad, one uncle, four aunties, and two cousins, four locations, all in the sun.

How about that shadow, but I love this pict, my kids, my girls and O's soon to be baby.

Today started with no plans, and ended up being so good. Everything just worked and was easy, and things have not seemed easy lately.  I got to spend the day in the sun with some of the people I love the most in the world.  My family and my friends who are family.

It was a good day, I hope yours was as well.

elena

is this day over

Can you hear me? 

I am talking. 

I can hear my own voice but I am pretty sure my daughter cannot hear me. 

At least I hope she can't because otherwise she is ignoring me.  Again.  And again.  All day long.

Words cannot begin to describe how much I love this girl, but she is not an easy one.

She is strong willed like you would not believe.  She is hard headed, has a mind of her own, and she is a force to be reckoned with. 

Someday she will be a strong woman that I will be endlessly impressed with.  She will know what she wants and stop and nothing to get it.  She will be a force to be reckoned with.

It is going to be a long road to get there.

Today she told me that the Easter Bunny is not real.  

What, really already.

I asked her where she her that and she responded, "Myself, I just know."

Can you blame her.  A mystical bunny that leaves baskets and eggs.  I can get behind Santa Clause but the Easter Bunny is a tough sell.

Is it bedtime yet?

Time hide on the couch with a glass of wine, my computer and the remote.


This has been a day,

elena