I celebrated my 30th birthday this year. A very big event in any one's life. I have read and seen people go crazy over how old they are getting and yet I did not share their worries. I did however wanted to look good and loose a bit of extra pounds. Just so I can look back and say..."dang I was HOT!" when I am old and wrinkled up, lying in my warm comfy bed next to my sweet husband, looking at my soon to be mini album holding this particular picture. I didn't feel the pain of of adding another year into my life. I was proud to be 30 years old! In fact I think I told everyone I knew. So this picture not only represent what I look like, but it also reminds me of how I handled getting older, being totally happy, feeling healthy and just perfectly content about everything in my life.
This picture was a self portrait of myself, flying solo for the first time in a very long time, on my way to my first big scrapbook event.....Winter CHA Anaheim '08. I had the whole area to myself, got to put my feet up, relax and drinking a cup of Grande Cafe Mocha from Starbucks. When I look at this picture, it reminds me of how excited and nervous I was at the same time. I left my kids for the first time under someone else's care for more than 4 days, meeting on line friends, getting to go to CHA for the first time, meeting all the talented artist I look up to..that inspires me and most of all a time for myself to enjoy...guilt free and doing something that has to do with what I love to do...scrapbooking.
This is by far my favorite picture of me and my daughter. I remember holding my camera to take this, because I didn't know how to use the self timer...so silly. When I look at this, I see the similarities we have as far as features. But most of all I see what I have been blessed to have in my life and into this world. I see the happiness in my eyes and in her eyes comfort, trust and peace. I am so lucky to have this bond with her and how I see a bit of me in her. When I look at her it gives me joy to know the reason of why I am here and the purpose of my life. And that is to be the very best mom I could be for my kids. This picture just makes me happy!
Aaaah, our FIRST home! This is not bragging in any way, just for the record. I am so very proud to be a first time home owner. This house represents all our hard work as a couple. We started out with nothing and here we are today....we own our very own home. We bought this house when Jorge was away for school in Texas. So I was given a month to get a realtor, drive to Georgia from North Carolina, stay in a hotel with kids, find a house (that met all of Jorge's specifications ggrrr), do all the paper work, close, buy the house...all the while lugging around a 1 and 5 year old kids, in the middle of summer. Anyone who has close on a house knows the pain of what I am talking about. I was so proud of what I was able to do by myself, specially not knowing anything or have any experience on buying a first home. But besides that, Jorge and I are the first, in both our families children to own a house! We are both raced by single moms, poor and immigrant families. This is a BIG DEAL for us! And we did together.
But after saying all that, it also brings another memory I am not looking forward to. Due to my husband being relocated, we are now having to sell this house. Our FIRST home! It makes me sad to know that when we do sell it, it will no longer be ours. It brings up all other emotions that I am still not allowing to feel, due to the fact that it has not SOLD yet!