Delayna is so cute, she's been wanting a hula hoop like Mama's for ever!!! We went into the $.99 store today and saw a box of them. We found one exactly like mine. She was so excited! She came home and started hooping. Of course she didn't know what she's doing and there was a point where she was spazzing out because she of course wasn't keeping up like Mama. So Papa had to come out and help her. She is too stinken cute!
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
One wam sunny afternoon on the 2nd of April 1998 my husband, Jose, and Allan a friend of ours came up with a bright idea of going to Tijuana, Mexico. Just like a coupld of teenagers, they became esctatic and called a few or their friends to go along with them. It was four o'clock in the evening when everyone arrived at our apartment. Allan and Angel came walking across the way from their apartment to ours. Jose put on his blue and white Converse and didn't even bother to grab a sweater, figuring that he would be fine in the jeans and T-Shirt he was wearing. Once it was time for them to leave, Jose approached me, gave me a hug and kiss and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Mija." He then hugged our two-year old son and rubbed my stomach, saying goodbye to the baby inside. As they piled into the already full, yellow, 1987 Honda Civic, he waved and blew us a kiss goodbye. As I watched him drive off, I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I told Angel that I had a feeling in my stomach like something was going to happen. She answered, "Estas Loca. It's just the baby making you feel sick." I agreed. My son, Anthony and I went throughout the night as normal, watching Space Jam, two times, eating dinner, bathing and going to bed.
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As my husband and I sit and wait for the ride that comes everyday, we enjoy the tranquil setting. The time that is spent between the two of us is special time that nobody but Jose and I can share. As we sit together and share our thoughts, the strong wind blows our truck so strongly we can feel it rock us. As we discuss our plans for the day, the windmills around us spin round and round, preparing themself for the day that is ahead of them, just as Jose and I do at the same moment. I watch his strong muscular hand reach for his coffee mug as if it were a small tea cup. Jose's large lips cover the edge of the mug and I hear him sip his creamy yet strong coffee that he enjoys every day. We look out to the west of us and watch the lights of the traffic glimmer in the morning darkness. As he turns around with his back to me in his seat, he hands me his "liga" so that I can braid his long, dark brown hair. While being turned to the east, we see the sun rising between the hills. The hues of the sun turn from yellow to green and then three shades of blue the higher we look into the sky. The sun creeps higher and reflects off the windows of passerbys, making a beautiful scenic view as if we were at the beach watching the same rays of the sun hit the waves.
I can now see my husband's large hazel eyes that clearly chow the colors of green and brown, the ones I fell in love with seven years agao and with which I still fall in deep "awa" when I look into them. We look up and see the small, white car come up to the top of the off-ramp; Jose turns and kisses me. He gets out and I watch his tall yet muscularly buit body go to put his lunch box and tools into the car. He waves good-bye and it is a sad moment, yet hopeful as we know we will be reunited at the day's end.
Since moving these past few years, I came across a few stories that I wrote when I was in college. I have them in my desk, but I wanted to post them here on my blog, just to reference one day and share with the world.
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Ant found a hat of my mom's and Dee brought it out wearing it. I asked her to let me try it on & see what I look like. I try it on and Jose says, "naw, it doesn't look good." I replied, "I must look ugly."
Delayna said, "Mama, you don't look ugly, the hat does not you."