My body rests in a soft feathery bed as it gets carried up and dropped back down with every passing wave. The swaying motion of the ocean soothes any discomfort from my mind or body. I can for a second imagine that I am laying in my sailboat in some remote anchorage dreaming away. But we are not. Mila, Jax, my mom, Tommy, his mom, my sister, her boyfriend and Tommy’s daughter, her husband, two kids and I are being … read the rest...0
Last week, we were honored with my dad’s presence for 36 hours! He came to Chicago on his way to Amsterdam, followed by Marrakesh, where he will be representing the most amazing eco-resort in the world, Hacienda Zuleta (yes, I’m a bit biased). In Morocco, he will meet top representatives from different high-end tourism destinations, network and attend exclusive parties.
Very few people are invited to this event and for the second year in a row, my dad has been … read the rest...0
I have never been to a more beautiful, fun and relaxing wedding, ever. During the weeks leading up to the event, ourselves and a bunch of our friends migrated to central Wisconsin to help with the all the to-dos leading up to Saturday. By Thursday, the list was almost completely clear and the majority of us were hanging out, talking, drinking beer and chasing Mila. Morgan and Jena, the protagonists of the week, were so chill that it was a … read the rest...0
We spent this week surrounded by some of our bestests of friends. They arrived from New York, Jordan, Vancouver and all around the Midwest to witness two of our pack-mates hold hands, say their vows and make (at least me) cry.
When Jaxon and I started talking about having kids he was adamant about having either one child or five (knowing I would not go for five) – we settled on two. The reason behind wanting a single child was … read the rest...0
For the past three days I have held a steady fever of 99 – 100 F, which this afternoon started to fade. Not feeling too awful, yet not quite alive either, I run up and down to our daughter’s desire. I can feel a small bump in my left breast, which hurts and stinging burning sensation when milk rushes through. Thanks to Google I know that what I have is called mastitis and that with some heat, massaging and pumping … read the rest...0
It is always a pleasure to go back home, speak my native language, savor the flavors I grew up with and admire the mountains. This time around it was very hard to leave, yet I felt content to have found so many of my loved ones smiling about their lives.
My mom and her husband Tommy laugh as they correct each other about insignificant details about je ne sais quoi, no one wins, they laugh, hold hands and move on. … read the rest...0
The hugs, kisses, smiles, the touching and the handholding is what makes me homesick the most. The casual personal conversations, the slang, smell, diversity, the music, mess and the mountains. It is easy to forget, when back in the US, that I indeed come from a different culture, a different part of the world and a contrasting reality to the one I now live in. I am blessed and endlessly thankful that I often get to come back to my … read the rest...0
18 months ago you were merely a bunch of cells defining and dividing. Now, you love broccoli, think crawling is a complete waste of your time, babble papa all day and mama when sad and consider Yana, our dog, pretty much your best friend – the love is mutual. In those 18 months, mom and dad’s hair has grown some inches, we have put on and shed some pounds and have cut our nails various times. You dear, have gone … read the rest...0
My first mother’s day was absolutely perfect! We celebrated a day early, for the forecast was suppose to be much better Saturday than Sunday. It started out with the most incredible surprise ever (actually two)! Mila, while we were sleeping, logged into Amazon and bought me a Canon 5d Mark II (the best camera in the world! And one that I’ve been salivating over for more than 3 years – how she knew that is a mystery). She made sure … read the rest...0
In my life my mom, Maria Margarita de todas la más bonita, has taught me –
How to look at any object, wall and space like an open canvas craving to be made beautiful.
How to sit in a table lined up with complex layers of dishware and not get sweaty palms.
How to make orchids survive indoors.
She has shown me –
That any food can be made into an unforgettable meal with just a little tasting and … read the rest...0
There is really nothing quite like the smell of summer. The lightness of the air carries away any concerns that occupy my mind, the breeze is so gentle, it embraces my body and for a moment it feels like my skin and the air are one. In this silky world, I can’t help to be swept away into memories of the Dominican Republic when I was a kid. The sound of leaves dancing in the wind, turn into waves splashing … read the rest...0
I can truly say I have the coolest parents in law. Although bragging about ones in-laws is not common a thing, I have a lot to say about mine. For starters, they raised up Jaxon. So with no further corniness, you can all assume they did the most incredible job raising my husband. I can also go on about what incredible in-laws they are, but I am not here to write about that. I have gathered my thoughts today to … read the rest...0
Baba, mama, papa, dada are some of the babbles Mila shared with my sister, mom, uncle Soki and I during our time in Miami. If you were to ask my sister, she also taught her how to miau like a cat, neigh like a horse and do ojitos. Mila and I had the pleasure of spending three days with my mom at the beach, eating amazing food, shopping, cuddling and laughing lots. Since Mila was born, the three of us … read the rest...0
Its been a while since I last wrote you a love letter and even longer since I made one public. Yet our distance inspired me to finally put down in words, feelings that have long lived in my smile. We have been seeing each other’s faces 24/7 for 5 years, 8 months and 3 days. In all of that time, we have only been separate for about 23 long days. Today, we sit apart yet I type in peace. Since … read the rest...0
I stand back and watch my sister awkwardly trying to hold Mila. She really wants to embrace her niece but after only a few steps, her eyes are wide and she is switching our daughter from one arm to another. Jax and I laugh, we both know it is time for Mila to be transfer to someone else’s arms. It was once suggested to us that we should start a diary about what people say about our daughter’s current weight. … read the rest...0