I think we can all agree in the simple fact that not all marriages are perfect. No?
Some are definitely better then others but we all share our fair amount of strengths and weaknesses within our marriage. Generally we have an idea of what a marriage should be like, consist of, and so forth but like I've said before marriage is a journey not a destination. Is a journey where we grow wiser, mature more, become accustomed even more to the person we decided to grow old with, and even at times show our true colors. You know, the ones we hide in the dating stage. Come on you know you have them. I sure know I do. And that's nothing to be ashame of.
I know I am not the easiest person to deal with. I'm Hispanic, Hello ;)
Seriously though. I have my fair share of "not so appealing qualities" that I'm sure my husband does not like, but deals with. And vice versa. Regardless of it all, I signed up for this marriage gig and promised that it was going to be a forever and ever type thing. Through the ups and the down. The happy moments and arguments. I rejoice in the fact that my marriage is not perfect. Want to know why? Because it just shows me that that although we may seem like this perfectly happy couple that has it all together, we have our moments of frustrations and I know for a fact that we are not the one ones. Is just that some people know how to paint prettier pictures then others. And that's ok too because one thing I learned even before marriage is that marital issues happening at home should stay right there. At home. Behind close doors. No one needs to know about them because they don't usually last long.
I would say one of my biggest weaknesses would be the insecurities I gained from past relationships. But my biggest strength has got to be my Faith. I believe that everything happens for a reason and my past is only making me a wiser person and better wife. I choose to learn from my past mistakes instead of letting it dictate my future.
I learn and grow a little bit more with each passing day. And each day I thank God for blessing me with the husband I have and our two healthy boys. I pray so that I continue to be the wife and mother that he intended me to be. I keep my mind full of positivity. Most importantly, I don't let other marriages fool me and you shouldn't either. We only show and share what we want others to know. Not a little less or a little more. And mostly always we want to show the good and happy part of our marriages. And in my opinion, that's the way it should be. We married our spouse and our spouse only not our spouse and the community.
For some odd reason I thought this was going to be hard to come up with. Random facts? Where do I even begin. I started to jot down little things about the hubby and before I knew it I had cover 15 random facts about him. Now these may not all be random but one thing I've realized is that if I was verbally describing my hubby you would think I'm nuts because I'd probably do one heck of a bad job and create a complete opposite image of who is is/looks like.
So who is my hubby?
He is obsessed with the gym. He works out daily. Even on Saturdays. Even when he's sick. Obsession right?
He watches nothing but Discovery, History, Animal Planet, Travel Chanel, National Geographic, ID, A&E, and like 2 more I'm forgetting.
He's a bit on the old fashion side. He's all about providing and for me to maintain the house up to part.
He loves loves loves peanut butter and jelly cookies. They don't last a day when I make them.
The top half of his body is covered in tattoos. Well about 75% of it. including his whole back.
Since we've been together he has fractured or broken a bone every 2-3 years faithfully. One of those times he fractured his knees playing football hours before our first son christening.
He was voted most flirt during senior year for the yearbook.
He's a better cook than me. Literally. His after high school plan was to become a chef. And while in high school he worked in several restaurants in the kitchen.
His closet space is twice as big as mine. For the simple reason that he has more than twice the amount of clothes then I.
He owns over 50 pairs of shoes. #truestory
Boy can he talk your ear off. Sometimes he just doesn't know when to stop. And he doesn't admit it.
He rather pay someone to fix something around the house then doing it himself. My husband is not handy at all.
He hates taking picture. I get a lecture without fail before every outing.
He was suppose to be a twin but twin A died in womb. ( I secretary pray to be blessed with twins next time around)
He has the longest and curliest lashes I've ever seen.
I'm sure I can keep going but this should be enough for now.
Every year for Halloween we get invited to a few parties. So we prepare early when it comes to our outfits. This Halloween however we didn't know of anyone having a party. And being that our son don't like to go out treat-or-treating and that I was pregnant we kind of brushed it off altogether.
The week of October 22 we get a Facebook invite from one of my hubby's cousin saying she's throwing a Halloween party. I was excited but that meant we had some last minute shopping to do. Usually this part is easy. Just go to the store see what you like/what's available and voila. But this year there was a bun in my oven and things were a bit tricky. I wanted to be creative so I hit the www. To my surprise there were many of creative outfits I found and most of them were DIY. I was very excited when I saw it at work and showed a few girls. They were all excited and loved it. I was worried that some people would take it the wrong way but it was just too cute not to do it. Plus it's my body and I can wear whatever I want!
After work I hit Michaels right away for supplies and got the attire needed. I went home and could barely sleep so I started to draw my design. Unfortunately, my tiredness took the best off me and I didn't get too far. The rest of the week was a busy one too so I didn't work on it again until that Friday after I got out of work. Six hours later I was beat. So I napped a bit while everything dried. Then hubby came home with our son and we rushed to the costume store for outfits for them. My son talked about wanting to be batman all month long. Yet come that moment while we were waiting in line to checkout and he's obsession for vampires got the best of him and he changed his mind. We headed for dinner and then we went home to get all dressed up.
They both loved my outfit when they saw it and honestly I could not have been more proud. I did such a great job!!! I couldn't wait to have people see me. No really I couldn't wait. So you know exactly what I did. I took a picture before heading to the first party (we ended up with another invite) and posted it on Instagram. This was my outfit.
My boys were vampires. Daddy was influenced by son.
I originally wanted us all to be skeletons but I didn't have time to finish hubby's outfit. Then we tried to spray paint over the first coat of pain and well yeah that didn't work. The clothes were too wet to be worn. I think it was due to the first cost of fabric paint and due to the shirt being a thermo which absorbed a lot of paint and took forever to dry. Hubby had no choice but to settle for a vampire cape and some face paint. Oops. Hence his last minute costume.
Here's the list of my supplies and how I did this wonderful creation.
You will need:
Fabric paint
Fabric round rush
Old clothes
Freezer paper
A template or hand draw design
Pencil scissors and/or exacto knife.
Directions:
What you basically do is draw your design on the freezer paper.
Cut out the design and attach it to your clothes
paint on the open space.
Let it dry.
Really, is this simple. But if you're like me you'll want detailed instructions and you can find those here.
I had the hardest time with the baby skeleton. It just wasn't coming out right so after doing the head I free handed the body. It came out pretty nice if you ask me :)
Earlier in August my mother and I were shopping. We ended up in my aunts house visiting and my cousin's baby was there. Having my son and niece with us I decided to take a picture of them three since they're hardly together and I couldn't help but to think about those random pictures I often come across either in my baby album or just laying around in an aunts house. Pictures like the ones below.
Many times I don't recall these days because of my age in the picture but on this picture I remember very well where it was taken. Just thinking back on what the feelings that day must have been for those taking the picture and those of us in the picture itself is overwhelming. In a happy way that is. Because the feeling that I felt talking this picture of this generation was priceless.
My dear Adrian, Nino, and Naila. This one minute of your life has now become something unforgettable for me. A moment in time which I plan to share with you when your about my age. With possibly your own kids in hands. And maybe you too that day will decide to capture a moment in time with that new generation. I love each of you more than any words could ever tell.
Many times I don't recall these days because of my age in the picture but on this picture I remember very well where it was taken. Just thinking back on what the feelings that day must have been for those taking the picture and those of us in the picture itself is overwhelming. In a happy way that is. Because the feeling that I felt talking this picture of this generation was priceless.
I imagined my life 15, 20, 25 years from now and having my son or maybe even my niece ask me "Tia who are these kids" because you know, one can't never recognize itself in pictures this early in life. Or is it just me? Either way that's what this picture took me forward to. Then I would answer "that's you. And your cousins. In your aunts house X amounts of years ago."
I live for these moments. The moments that mean so much yet you would never know it. The moments you think will never be remembered yet someone else have captured it in film and will last a lifetime. The moment where 3 young kids were just that. Kids. Babies even. Without a single clue of how their life will turn out. So many possibilities. So much hope.
My dear Adrian, Nino, and Naila. This one minute of your life has now become something unforgettable for me. A moment in time which I plan to share with you when your about my age. With possibly your own kids in hands. And maybe you too that day will decide to capture a moment in time with that new generation. I love each of you more than any words could ever tell.
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