Congratulation Baby Sister

Last Thursday was my baby sister's High School graduation. She's not a baby, she's 18 but since I got to change her diapers I have the right to call her my baby sister.

She chose me as her mentor and during the graduation I got to walk with her in the processional and also received a beautiful letter, a medal and a flower. I almost cried. She requested I not so I held it back. It was very surreal to walk the same path I took 11 years prior with her. She's out in the world now. She will have college and a life to start. When I see her I feel almost parent like. Almost. I know maybe I could play the cool older sister part but, 11 years is a long time and a whole generation later. I want to protect her and guide her and make her make the right decisions. But I know that it's up to her now.

So baby sister, I promise to always be here for you . No matter what, when, where or who. I'm so proud of you.

 ♥always,
Marisol

Happy Father's Day

I was blessed with the best Dad. I'm not just saying that. He really is a great human being. I have felt loved and cared for since the day I was born and I know that as long as I can feel I will feel that way. I also know that if I'm craving a cheeseburger at 1am I can probably talk him into going to get one for me. So why is this post one week late? I know Last Sunday was Father's day and we celebrated, it's not like I forgot or anything. It's late because I finally found this photo:

I looked and I looked. But alas I could not find it last week. I knew it was in my room somewhere. The photo I so dearly cherish. It's a photo of my dad holding me while standing in line for a ride at Disneyland. Why this photo? Because it's my favorite of me and him. It was from my first trip to Disneyland. I think we are in line for Star Tours. It's not the best looking photo of us. My dad is making a weird face and I'm sun burned but there is just something about this photo. It's so real to me like a memory come to life. I felt so special that day. Just me and my parents, walking around Disneyland in my six year old glory. It was 1987 and I was basking is the August heat and believing my dreams were coming true. I hadn't seen my Dad for a year prior because he moved here from Guatemala. This Disney trip was a few months after my Mom and I moved here too. My Dad kept doting on me that day (like most days anyway) but there was just something about this trip that made him proud to be there with his family and having a day off from working to just laugh and play with his daughter.

Little did he know that he would be the doting Daddy of two more little girls. So even though this is late, but it doesn't matter anyway because really just about everything on this blog gets posted late and celebrations like these should be had more than once a year, Happy Father's Day Daddy.

♥always,
Marisol

That's My Jam: Dog Days are Over by Florence and The Machine

A few week ago I got the following text:

G: Want to go to a Florence and the machine concert?
M: YES!

I love this song. It make me happy and smile and also want to take of running. G won free ticket to her show at the Greek Theater so of we went. Neither one of us was familiar with all her music beyond this one song but, hey they were free tickets. Parking at that place sucks by the way.

Between my vest and G's plaid shirt we looked like we came straight from the 70s.

We really should carry around a camera, iPhone photos sometime just don't cut it.

It was a fun night for us. We like the show even though the rest of her music we found to be too the same. She has an A-mazing voice though. I think my favorite parts of the evening were the food...

and when she finally performed my jam..

but mostly spending time with G...

♥always,
Marisol

First Day of Summer

So last post I whined about how there was no sun and how sad my floppy hat felt about not being used. Yes, I just realized how crazy that sounds so pretend you didn't read that.... Then this weekend Mother Nature heard my plea. We had some sun!! Unfortunately there was no fun in the sun enjoyment for me, busy gal. Maybe because of this or maybe because that's just how the weather is...maybe, come Monday morning it was back to gloominess.

So today, the official first day of Summer I though for sure there would be some sun. I woke up opened my blinds and...No. No sun. Just ugly grey and chilly wind. I went to work angry in about 4 layers of clothes. I may have been feeling dramatic and overdressed, maybe.But around lunch time I went outside and what do you know...SUN. Bright, beautiful, warm sun.

Even my necklace was not in a happy mood at first...but that was fixed.

Alright, too much blogging about the weather...

♥always,
Marisol