End of summer greetings
Goodness, it's been quite a while since I posted here. The past few months have gone by just like that.
It's Helena, of course. She takes up all my energy and thoughts and I've never been happier in my life even though one of my nipples got horribly chapped and then infected because of that damned breast pump. Being a mother makes everything else I've gone through worthwhile. And it's a good thing I had all that practice losing sleep the past few years, you know? Helena still isn't a great sleeper, but I'm used to that now. It's all good, it really is.
A year ago I was living in despair. But now I feel like I've been reborn, healed in a way I never guessed was possible. Part of it was because of what happened when I was in the desert. Part of it has been coming to terms with Darius leaving. I think, I hope, I've finally forgiven him. Honestly, he'll never know what he missed. He could have been raising a daughter. But he isn't and it's his loss.
Mostly it's family that brings the healing. It's the baby. My little girl. I got my soul back and I can be here with her and for her, and that's all that matters.
I love being back in Los Angeles too, well, except for any part that involves Manny Ramirez and the Dodgers. Actually, the team isn't doing that bad this year, but Manny needed a punch in the head early on. One of the things I've loved best this summer is sitting on the couch in my Papi's house, nursing the baby and listening to Jaime and Fernando call the game. The radio is tradition, at least till the playoffs. And it just shows how some things never change in my family and how that's occasionally a very wonderful thing.
I don't know if any of my old friends and acquaintances are still reading this livejournal or not. If you'd like to say hi, that would be great. If not, then that's fine too.
Besos!
It's Helena, of course. She takes up all my energy and thoughts and I've never been happier in my life even though one of my nipples got horribly chapped and then infected because of that damned breast pump. Being a mother makes everything else I've gone through worthwhile. And it's a good thing I had all that practice losing sleep the past few years, you know? Helena still isn't a great sleeper, but I'm used to that now. It's all good, it really is.
A year ago I was living in despair. But now I feel like I've been reborn, healed in a way I never guessed was possible. Part of it was because of what happened when I was in the desert. Part of it has been coming to terms with Darius leaving. I think, I hope, I've finally forgiven him. Honestly, he'll never know what he missed. He could have been raising a daughter. But he isn't and it's his loss.
Mostly it's family that brings the healing. It's the baby. My little girl. I got my soul back and I can be here with her and for her, and that's all that matters.
I love being back in Los Angeles too, well, except for any part that involves Manny Ramirez and the Dodgers. Actually, the team isn't doing that bad this year, but Manny needed a punch in the head early on. One of the things I've loved best this summer is sitting on the couch in my Papi's house, nursing the baby and listening to Jaime and Fernando call the game. The radio is tradition, at least till the playoffs. And it just shows how some things never change in my family and how that's occasionally a very wonderful thing.
I don't know if any of my old friends and acquaintances are still reading this livejournal or not. If you'd like to say hi, that would be great. If not, then that's fine too.
Besos!