Starting her young

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!

Our Miracle From Heaven 11.4.2000

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.

It was 2:52 am when I was awakened by a startling phone ringing in my ear.  It was Allan.  He told me that he and the other guys had just crossed the border but that the Border Patrol wouldn't allow Jose to cross, he is not a legal resident and only had his work permit.  I asked him, "Well, where in the hell did you leave him?"  He answered, "Over the border." I couldn't believe Allan, our "best friend" had left my husband behind.  Allan told me that he and the other guys would be home in the morning and we hung up.  Then, what had just been said hit me; my husband was stuck in Tijuana.  My stomach felt as if I had just jumped off the Grand Canyon and I couldn't hit bottom.  I called Angel to inform her of what had happened, but when she answered all I could get out was a horrible wail that I couldn't control.  She finally got me to calm down enough so that I could tell her what happened.  After talking to Allan once he finally got home, I found out that in the process of crossing the border, my husband had been arrested for perjury.  Now, I was frantic.  I called Jose's boss to inform him of the situation.  He offered to take Anthony and I to Tijuana, and so we went.  After the whole ordeal of finding Jose, I was escorted into a "holding place" for those people who have tried crossing the border illegally.  As I walked into this obscure building, I saw hundreds of Hispanics, all in chairs, eating, sleeping and crying.  I saw infants still nursing on their mother's breasts to senior citizens, all with the same motive: to get to a country of freedom.  Then, I saw him, his small build all scrunched up, his bones extruding in his face as if he hadn't slept in months and exhausted from crying.  I thought I would faint.  My legs went weak.  I saw Jose jump up with all that was in him and call out, "Mija!"  I caught myself and regained my strength.  I had to take my strength from God and be strong for Jose.  I had to get my baby out of this god-awful place.  The officer took me to the counter and advised me on a few steps that I could do, which wasn't much.  While being escorted back out, I looked into his eyes, sunken in and full of tears.  I had to hold in my tears.  I whispered, "I love you.  I'll get you ."

Days went by with no success nor help from anyone.  My Grandfather gave me a number to our Senator, Jerry Lewis.  There, I found his secretary who gave me another number to call.  I spoke with a man who gave me a list of information that I would need to fax over.  He told me to direct it to the woman who was the head or Border Patrol.  He told me exactly what to do, and I did it with faith.  The next day, April 9, 1998 my grandfather, mother, son and I drove to Tijuana on a very stormy day.  We arrived at 7:45am.  An officer escorted us all from the border check point in through a large building into the main office. Jose was there waiting for us.  He looked as if all life itself had sucked everything out of him and all that was left was his corpse.  My mom approached him with our son and they held each other as they prayed.  I spoke with the same officer I had a few days back.  I informed him of what I had been told to do, and he responded as if I didn't know what I was talking about.  He asked me for the phone number that the Senator had given me.  He tried to call the number, but all he got was a message that stated, "this number is no longer in service."  He then called the head of the Border Patrol, and she asked him to come to her office.  We waited very impatiently for thirty-five minutes.  He was finally back with a stack of papers: the ones I had faxed, and a passport, signed, stamped, and ready for Jose.  The happiness that came out of us was overwhelming, as we all stood in the office crying, hugging, and praising God for the miracle He had just performed for us.  The whole way home, all I kept repeating was, "Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord."

Wow, talk about bringing up emotions!  This is a true story and after typing it from my written story, I remember details that aren't in the story.  I didn't want to add to it but just know, God is AWESOME!!!  I wish I could write out more stories of when He has 'came to our rescue'!  

I hope you enjoyed my trips back in time....

Old Stories #2

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.

I have three to share and only one has a title, so I'm just going to number them ;-)

Old Stories #1

There are many things in my life that I would like to accomplish, by setting goals for myself and the strength from God I can accomplish them.

First of all I would like to get a job within the next few months.  I don't want just any job, I would like a job that offers hours that are earlier in the day to where I'm getting off before 5pm.  I also want my weekends and holidays off, since I do have a family.  I need as many days with my family I can and due to my husband working a Mon-Fri 6-2 job and my son in school 8-3 I need my weekends and nights.  I would also like to work in an educational environment for now so that I can have my summers off with my son and obtain the experience of working with people of different ethnics.

Second my husband and I would like to start our own business.  My husband has already passed his law exam for a general contractor and now he needs to pass the trade exam.  During the time that he is attending class, and if a good enough paying job, we would like to invest in a computer.  By doing this we can also invest in programs that would help to start our business. 

Third I want to receive my bachelors degree.  To do this I am going to take at least two classes every semester until I receive my 60 transferable credits.  By then, I'm sure I will have found the school I want to further my educational goals in.  I predict that by 2005 I will have my B.A. in Business Management.

Finally my most important goal is an on going goal, is to raise my children in a Godly environment.  This goal is very important to me as I was raised the same way.  To do this I need to be more persistent in going to church on a weekly basis.  After moving and getting my priorities together, I would like to enroll my son into Awanas (a children's  christian bible study) so that he has an environment of God's ways and has a godly perspective in life.  By having my life in God's hands and following his ways, I can be a model for my children.

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.

I have three to share and only one has a title, so I'm just going to number them ;-)

Another Delayna-ism

Another Delayna-ism
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."