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Happy 21st birthday, Patty Cakes!

24 Jun

I don’t think I’ve ever been as excited about my own birthdays as I am about Patrick’s (or Patty Cakes as some of you know I call my son).

Today my beautiful son turns 21 and this birthday of his is no exception. I find myself overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions. In other words, I’m a mess. I remember my water breaking middle  of the night and being rushed to the hospital, so so anxious to finally meet him (actually her as the doctor told me throughout my entire pregnancy–that I’ll have a baby girl. Talk about shock and amazement at once seeing that was no baby girl, but a baby boy). For two days my baby had no name since we were prepared for a girl, but eventually we settled on Johann Patrick.

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And Patrick it was. Years passed by and Patrick grew up to be this incredible, smart, kind, loving, handsome, caring, generous, loyal, friendly, hard worker individual, but above all: my son. I don’t know if you can totally understand how proud I am about this kid; how amazed I am about what he had achieved so far, and how at peace I am knowing everything he’d done in his short life will take him to a bright future, of that I have no doubt.

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I look at Patrick and wonder how did I get so lucky to be his mom? How did I get so lucky to see him draw his first breath, hear his first cry and word, see his first smile, first step, first day at school? How did I get so lucky to hold his hand, and feel his hugs–the kind of hugs that needed me to kneel so he can reach for me, then later leveled until they transformed in bear hugs and required me to stand on my toes and him to bow? How did I get so lucky to share his love, pains and dreams, his quests and goals?

I do not know the answer to any of these questions. But what I do know is that when I held him for the first time I promised him I’ll be there, loving and supporting him to the best of my abilities, that I would do everything in my power to raise him properly and offer him all I could. I hope I’ve kept my promise so far and will continue to for as long as I draw breath.

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Happy birthday, Patty Cakes! ❤

Happy Birthday, Bella!

22 Apr

Ten years ago to the day the cutest, white fur ball was born. Bella. She’s the fourth member of our family and… she’s a VIP. Why?

Well, that’s a simple explanation: she’s a character in my second book A World Apart. A character that lives and breathes like you and I. Someone that’s playful and moody, stubborn and loving, loud and feisty. Someone that communicates without words, only looking at me and I know exactly what she wants.

Let me introduce you … Bella.  She is exactly how Cassandra describes her, “a white fur ball with black eyes and button nose.” She’s also, “A Bichon and Maltese, like two doggies in one,” as Maya explains.
And above all—she’s my very first pet. I loved Bella even before I met her. A friend of mine had a litter of four puppies, sold all of them except Bella. No one wanted Bella—not even her mommy who refused to feed her or even let her come nearby. I told my friend I’d buy her. And so, one August afternoon my friend knocked on my office door bringing Bella. I remember seeing this white fluffy thing middle of my office, her face covered completely in fur, moving toward me until she reached my chair. She smelled my shoes then plopped on the floor, stretching her head on her front paws. Dog’s Cupid hit me that very moment, his arrow still in my heart and will forever remain there. And so will Bella.
She’s extremely protective, thinking she’s a big dog, although she barely weighs 16 pounds. Her bark is ferocious, I have no idea where that deep, husky barking comes from but she sure keeps people away from our house. Neighbors call her Cujo—that should say it all.
And yet Bella is loving, smart, loyal and goofy in many ways. Bella knows how to trick daddy into giving her an extra treat (just placing her head on his knee, looking innocently). She knows how to ask for an extra massage (bowing her head into my chest letting me rub her ears. If I stop she paws at me). She knows how to ask for playtime (bringing her toys and chasing my son down the hallway). And for popcorn, oh boy! She’d do any trick you ask her—from dancing to shaking paws, to speaking and posing like a diva.
What Bella means to me is probably obvious; she’s part of me, part of our family, the daughter I never had but wished for my whole life. And I know her time with us is limited—she turned 10 today, and I had to do something to keep her alive forever and ever, not only in our hearts but in the eyes of the world. And so the idea of portraying her in the book sprouted in my head, becoming clearer that this was the way to go.

I don’t know if my readers will judge me for bringing real loved ones into my fiction work. But I hope they will forgive me and fall in love with Bella as Cassandra and Maya and David did … After all, who doesn’t love a white fur ball with black eyes and button nose?