A Decade and a Half of Sunshine

Okay, so yes, my fantastic birthday was this Saturday. I turned the iconic 15 years old! This is one of the birthdays I’ve waited for ever since I was very young, and to think, now I am finally here! Turning 15, has it’s pros and cons, for one, I am almost and adult, meaning I’m am supposed to start acting more mature. That is both good and bad, for me. I remember ever since I was very little I have wanted to “grow up”, but I don’t think that I ever considered that “growing up”, has it’s requirements and expectations, that childhood does not have. Never the less, I still wanted to grow up! I carried a purse around at a young age, 8 or 9, and I acted and dressed way out of my age range. Then around 11 or 12, having acted not like most kids my age for quite a while, I found myself not being excepted into circles of kids that were my age. It was as if, I was just acting too grown up. So therefore I feel I was set back in that way, sub-consciously. Now, for me, along with turning fifteen came this very strangely unexpected feeling of, A) not wanting to grow up, and B) looking back and realizing all those missed kid opportunities simply because, I was “too grown up for that”. It’s just something about turning 15 that just, like, puts these thoughts into you. So this time around the block, I would like to make a resolve. I will try to take every opportunity I get to be young, and just be young until I can’t do it any more! There is just no use in acting so up tight and missing all these wonderful opportunities! Now don’t get me wrong, i’m not going to just start acting like a 10 yr old just because I want to act young, that’s not what I’m saying, I just going to be as mature as possible without missing all those wonderful once in a life time memories. I would also like to chronicle some of my past memories here. I will start by posting a series of pictures of me through the years. Yes, I was a lot more cute back then! I will admit it =P

So here we go, some of my baby pics =) Oh wait before I get started on those baby pics, I would like to explain a little bit about my birth and infant-hood. I am the first of five children, borne of my awesome parents Curtis and Maggilu (Mama’s actual birth name is Lupe after her Mom, but when my parents met, Papa used to pick Mama these beautiful flowers called Frangipani, and he did not know the name of them, so he called them, magnolias, and therefore called my Mama, Maggnolia Lupita or MaggiLu). Here are a few pics of them before my birth.

Dad, on a Amazon Jungle that he and Mom took, trip a few months before my birth

Papa, on an Amazon Jungle that he and Mom took, trip a few months before my birth

Mom next to a tree of some kind, on a Amazon Jungle trip that she and Dad took a few months before my birth.

Mama next to a tree of some kind, on an Amazon Jungle trip that she and Dad took a few months before my birth.

So anyway, exactly 6 weeks before my birth, Mama was lying on the beach at the end of Espaniola way, in South Beach Miami, when she was run over by a Lifeguard in a Ford Bronco truck. (Papa at the time was at a job interview for a teaching position). Two tries went over her, fracturing her pelvic bone. Miraculously nothing happened with me, and I was totally fine not a thing wrong with me. She was immediately rushed to the hospital and sent to the ER. After several X-rays, and test after test, the Doctors insisted on a Cesarean birth, even though nothing was wrong with me, and I did not need to be taken out yet. After much prayer and several “second opinions”, Papa came to the conclusion that no, we are not having a C-section but a natural birth, and only when I was ready. I don’t know exactly what the doctors thought, but I can imagine that they probably thought something like, Papa and Mama were “defying” the “experts” and were not making that right choice, even though it was their choice to make, not the doctor’s.  The next thing the doctors told my parents, was that Mom would need surgery for her pelvic bone, or else “she would never walk again”. Once again Papa did a lot of research and prayer, and several second, third and even fourth opinions, before Papa came to yet another conclusion. He felt, and was told by a few other doctors, that Mama did not need to have surgery and with much care, and physical therapy she would eventually walk again without the “needed” surgery.

So, long story short, Mama and I are doing just great, She walks, of course, and I am fine, nothing wrong with either of us =) Praise YHVH(God)! Okay, so now for some pics of me when I was a baby, going on up into pics as I grow up =) Enjoy!

Actually before I put any pics here I would like to first dedicate this post to three people. First my Mama, who did all the work when I was born, and no I would not be here without her, or without my Papa. Thanks to all of his questioning of the Doctors, and “professionals”. I would most likely not be here, in  the condition that I am today with out him and all his questioning. I would also like to dedicate this to my GranPop, who passed away, due to Gastrointestinal Cancer in August of 2008.  He did not get the chance to meet my little cousin Chase, or my little bro, Noah, but they have both heard great things about him. He was always so encouraging to me, and really understood me well, I feel he would be very proud of who I am today. I miss him greatly .

This pic is right after i was born, so i guesstimate about three or four days to a week old

This pic is right after i was born, so i guesstimate about three or four days to a week old. Papa is the lifeguard on duty, in this pic.


(Left Pic) Grand Canyon in Background 15 months old (Right Pic) 18 months, with our boat in background

Two yrs old, with Mama, pregnant with my sis Allie, who was born about two weeks after this pic

Two yrs old, with Mama, pregnant with my sis Allie, who was born about two weeks after this pic


(Left Pic) 2 yrs old (Right Pic) 2 yrs old as well


(All Wedding Pics) 18 months old. I was only one of the three flower girls for Mama’s friend’s wedding.

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(Top Pic) 18 months old washing GranPop’s car in Ecuador. (Bottom Pic) 3 yrs old


Almost 3 yrs old (Top Pic) At a friend of my Mama’s wedding. (Bottom Pic) In Martha’s Vineyard, Mass. with my parents.


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10 yrs old (i’m the one in the white shirt) in St. Mary’s GA, with all my sisters.


Almost 10 yrs old (I’m the one in the pink shirt) with a really good friend of mine, Grace.


I’m the one holding the baby, Noah, my lil bro, who was about a month or so old. I am 9 yrs old


11 yrs old, holding my lil cousin, Charlie Alexis Eyde.

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12 yrs old, with my sis Maggie.

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Last Summer. 14 yrs old.


i think i am 10 yrs old here, not sure =) One of about 100 selfies I took when I first got my first camera. 

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14 yrs old. Taken 4-27-2014 Why on earth do i have that face on?!

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13 yrs old. Me and My awesome Papa =) I had just gotten my hair cut by my Aunt Kelly.


14 yrs old. Taken 4-27-2014


14 yrs old. Taken Mother’s Day, 2014. @ Wordcamp Miami


13 yrs old


12 yrs old, with my awesome Papa, on Atlantic Beach.

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13 yrs old, with a dear friend of mine, Charis Rechad Fournier, right after our Bat-Mitzvah.


11 yrs old, with my lil bro Noah. He had just started walking in this pic.

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Last Summer. 14 yrs old, on our Mother -Daughter-Grandaughter trip. 


14 yrs old, with my awesome Mama, in Nantucket Mass.

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14 yrs old, i had just gotten the camera i am holding, that day. This is actually a few days before my 14th b-day.


Both of these pics are at the same wedding of some pics at the top. 18 months old here.


Me and and two of my sisters. I am like 11 or 12 here. I’m in the white shirt.

8 thoughts on “A Decade and a Half of Sunshine

  1. awwwwwwww you were soo cute !!! ❤ and the last pic is you at 11 or 12 a year befor i saw you at passover ^_^ and never said hi 😛 until we were like 14 😉 so funny

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