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.

Black Tie Chocolate Mousse Cheese Cake and Sore ears

Okay so as most of you, know my birthday is today! Yay! Something I’ve found myself impatiently waiting for lately. I’ve been waiting for this day for a while. Then yesterday, i was thinking, and this thought popped into my head,”15! Wow, i can’t actually imagine myself as a fifteen year old, it’s just to hard! I mean like I’ve been waiting to turn 15, like it’s something grand! But I really am just a little bit scared to turn, such a big number! I mean think of it, fifteen, that is a whole decade and a half! And with such  a big number comes with a lot more responsibilities and requirements! And then just think, where did all those years go, when I could do just about anything and people would think it was cute, and just laugh?!” So now y’all get to see what I think! =P But anyway, yes that is what I was thinking and to tell the total truth, yes I am just a little bit scared/nervous to make such a big step in life. But I mean there just is no avoiding it, so what’s the big deal, well I’m sure this will be another year full of the important life decisions, of a teenager, and the slightest slip up and I will not be allowed to forget it, not with all my sisters and and friends and everybody =) With all this said, I hope that this year is full of growth and maturity, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Oh and yes of course i hope this is a year full of happiness and joy, or of course Sunshine =P (Pun intended)

Okay, enough of the rambling =P

So last weekend we were at my Abuelita’s (Grandmother in Spanish) house, in Boca Raton. We live quite a ways from her, like a total of about 250 miles to the north, so we only get to see her at least once a month. And whenever we are down there around somebody’s birthday, we like to go to this special Mexican restaurant for whoever’s birthday it is. So last week, we went to Uncle Julio’s, with Abuelita, and I was just sitting a the table, with a week to go still, till my birthday, and I was just kinda contemplating what exactly what I want for my birthday, because I mean since last year when I got the Nikon D100 camera, for my birthday, I really have not wanted anything else in particular. But there is one thing I have wanted for a long time, and now I think i have a chance that I might be able to get it, this year. I wanted to ask to get my ears pierced this year, for my 15th birthday. So I announced there at the table, that this is what I want, for my birthday. My parents agreed to “think about it” or in reality I think they kinda needed a little bit of time to get used to the idea itself =) So that was fine with me, just a long as they let me know as soon as a decision was made. Well, knowing my parents, as some of y’all do, they love surprises, and it seem that they not only love to surprise us children, but I tend to think they like to surprise me, especially. Don’t ask me me why because I don’t know why, but I think it might be, more fun to surprise me, more than the rest of my siblings, because it’s just a little bit harder to surprise me.

Me and Papa and Mama, a week ago, outside Uncle Julio's  @Mizner Park,

Me and Papa and Mama, a week ago, outside Uncle Julio’s @Mizner Park,

Me and Papa a week ago, outside Uncle Julio's  @Mizner Park,

Me and Papa a week ago, outside Uncle Julio’s @Mizner Park,

I am a very observant person, and several times in the past I have figured out what the plans were without any information just a few observations and a little bit of intuition. So yea, when they want to surprise me, they have to work really hard, in order for it to really be a good surprise =)

So anyways, back to the subject at hand. So, it was not till this past Wednesday that i was informed of the decision. So here is what happened. When Papa got home from school that day, he mentioned having to go sometime and go do some “errands” around town, and that he would probably take me with him. I must add here that my sisters did not know anything about my my request at all, and did not know that I had any plans at all to get my ears pierced. So, then around dinner time, Papa and I finally left the house. I only thought we were going to Claire’s, at the Mall, to get my ears done, I did not know Papa had any other plans. When we got to Claire’s, I was just a little bit nervous, because I did know that there would be some kind of pain involved in the process, but I did not know that extent of the anticipated pain, because I have never gotten my ears pierced before. The lady (for lack of a better term, or title) there was very nice, and assured me that the pain was not very bad at all. Then she cleaned my ears and her hands and got all the stuff ready. Once everything was ready, she then marked my ears so that she would know exactly where to pierce. The first ear, was a little bit startling, and no, I did not jump. =P The second ear was not that bad, either, and that was pretty much it!

After Claire’s Papa announced that he was taking me to Olive Garden for dinner. Another one of my family’s b-day celebration/memorials, is the daughter( Noah still has not participated in this one yet)  and Papa will go out for dinner for a Father-Daughter dinner. I think I started that one, but i’m sure someone will say other wise =P So, we went to Olive Garden. We had a very enjoyable dinner. Papa took a job there at Olive Garden a few months ago, and he just recently quit, so when we went in, of course we were greeted by the hostess and she recognized him immediately as did several other employees there. We were seated in the section that Papa had covered several times before, and our waiter was a young gentleman named Adrial, another one of Papa’s friends.After dinner we enjoyed a slice of the Black Tie Chocolate Mousse Cheese Cake, for desert. It was very yummy.

I had a lot of fun, and I want to thank my awesome Papa, (who informed just about all his friends there at the Olive Garden, of my upcoming 15th birthday) for the wonderful evening and for his letting me get my ears pierced =) Thank you, Papa. I love you.

Shabbat Shalom Y’all

~Sunshine =)