Happy birthday to my Soul Mate

Motiti,

Happy birthday my dear. Happy happy birthday. I feel like I should sing to you, and I probably will (or have already). Like I have done for the past 5 years... Wow! 5 years already, 5 birthdays together! :)

I am so happy to be celebrating YOUR LIFE today. I am sorry that I don't write these letters to you enough. I know that our lives are now so revolved around Micaela and the company that we often forget how essential it is to remind one another of how important they truly are.

And you, my dear Pabli, are absolutely the most important person to me. Without you, I would be no where. Without you, I wouldn't have the most beautiful blessing in my life. Without you, I wouldn't know the life that I know today.

We have been through so much these past 4 years. And even more the past 2 years. But there is absolutely no one else that I would want to share these adventures with. No one else that I would want to raise this beautiful child with. No one else that I could imagine laying my head down next to every night knowing that we will one day grow old together. That one day we will have grandchildren. And hopefully live to see our great-grandchildren.

You are such a remarkable man. I know I don't tell you this enough. I have always praised God for being so amazing to have chosen ME as your life partner. How I ever did get so lucky to find a man that believes in love as strongly as I do. Believes in the importance of family the way I do. Believes in the sacrecy of a relationship the way I do.

I could go on forever. But I know I don't have to. Because I have the honor of living each day showing you just how much you mean to me. 

And that I am truly thankful for.

So happy birthday to you my love. To celebrating 32 years of life and 100 more to go. Thank you for being the person that you are and making ME the person that I am.

I love you my heart and soul, my best friend, my soul mate, my companion, lover, and partner.

I love you till the end..,

Your one and only,

Moti 

Letter to my "Coodie" (Mica´s word for "Cutie" Pie): 25 months

Dear Micaela, 

Nearly a century ago, an essayist named Marcel Proust put his pen to a paper and wrote this: "If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time". 

I want to pass that on to you because this past month has been a roller-coaster and you, sweet wonderful you, have really bore the brunt of it. For a few days this month, you lost all control over your life as it used to be. We decided to take you to preschool again. We decided that it was good for you to share with other children and to learn that you sometimes have to take turns before you get something or that you have to be a little patient while others get helped as well... 

This is life, my sweet baby, and the truth is that even though it isn't always sunshine and roses, LIFE IS AMAZING! and I encourage you to ride its waves as often as possible and as long as you can. Pounce on every opportunity for happiness that comes your way and make the very best of it. But when life is sour and things get truly awful. I want you to learn this lesson now: NEVER GIVE UP! When someone pushes you down, STAND UP! When the path you've chosen gets difficult, KEEP GOING! And when a dream is torn away from you: DO NOT STOP DREAMING! NEVER STOP DREAMING! 

And even with all these emotional changes, this month still had its good bits – and like I said, the good bits ARE AWESOME TOO! You have gone through another verbal explosion and along with forming complete sentences you have begun telling us stories that you make up from scratch. You have also made huge leaps in imaginative play over the past few weeks. Yesterday you made-believe that Mickey Mouse and all its Clubhouse friends where in your room. A few minutes later, you decided that you wanted Winnie Pooh and his friends to visit you as well so you even decided that Goofy was going to "pretend" (and that is the word you used...) that he was Christopher Robin. 

Every day, you amaze me. You have such a big heart, Micaela. There are no words to describe how you have made my heart flutter over the past few days. You are so gentle and patient with other children and with people who need help. You are so nurturing, so kind, so loving, and every time I see your compassion in action I am filled with pride. 

Yesterday you tuned twenty-five months old and the only thing I want to tell you this time is to keep on being that incredible self you are. Keep on being stubborn and strong. Keep on saying everything that you feel like saying, and keep on doing everything you feel like doing. And mainly, my very own ray of sunshine, dream, dream all the time. No matter what, dream all the time and never let anyone tell you that you are wrong for doing so because I can assure you that there is nothing more beautiful in life than being able to dream, to plan, to wish, and to hope! 

Love you so, so much my beautiful princess, 

Mommy

Micaela at the nursery - 2013

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A moment

I had another one of those moments. Motherhood moments. A moment that has me sitting here late at night, 5 hours later, recalling this amazing memory of me and my daughter from earlier this evening.

It was simple, nothing exciting, but definitely special in its own way. You may even read this and by the end wonder why I ever wrote it. The significance. The meaning behind it?

I don't have anything grande and elaborated to say. But that's the beauty of motherhood, you know, its the simple things that can have the greatest effect on us. And something as simple as today? Really had this powerful impact on me.

I wish I had a picture from this moment. Better yet a video. And to be honest with you, there were a couple instances where I so badly wanted to run off to grab the camera. But just as quickly as that thought entered my head, so did the thought that I absolutely did not want to miss a second of all this.

And this moment? Was as simple as us, in the living room, listening to Micaela´s songs. 

And we danced. We danced like we were rock stars. Micaela following my every move. A kick of the leg here. A swing of the arm here. And the sounds. Lets not forget the sounds that we would make. Her little body was moving so fast. And she was giggling. And those giggles, someone hold me, were so contagious and beautiful. By far, the most perfect thing on earth.

Before you knew it, I had tears rolling down my face. Ugly, big, fat, tears. From nothing but pure happiness. As I am dancing with my daughter, I begin to think about how thankful and blessed I am for this child, that grew inside of me, and has transformed into this beautiful little girl. No longer a baby. Less dependent on me. And resembles me in so many ways. The innocence. The happiness. The trust that she has in this world. It was all so powerful.

I thought about how thankful I am to be able to dance in the living room with my daughter. To be able to dance, period. To have a warm home to do so in. To have the luxury of music played in our home. To be able to watch my daughter move around with such happiness streamed all over her face. To be blessed to watch her every move, every day.

I cried those tears because even after almost 2 years, I still cannot believe this life that I am living is MINE. That this child actually mine. These moments that we were living. Mine.

What could I have possibly done to deserve all this....

The answer? I don't have. But what I do know is that sometimes what isn't caught on camera, or video, are often times some of the greatest memories of life.

And today, I never want to forget. Yes, hormones probably played a major part in my sob fest, but I think more than anything, it was the overwhelming emotions that overpowered me in this one little moment.

A moment that left me feeling utterly blessed. Thankful. And loved reminding myself that Motherhood is truly amazing!