This post is a bit late, but we landed in LaGuardia late Sunday night and I went straight to work the next day. At 7:30 am. Only I was fifteen minutes late because due to delirium and exhaustion, I didn’t set my alarm the night before.
Yeah, getting back to a regular work schedule has been challenging.
But anyway, ST and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary while in Playa del Carmen last Thursday! We had the luxury of a giant, king sized bed so I put Baby Taco in bed with us when she woke up for her nightly feeding. She woke us up early and we were cuddling when ST said he had to use the bathroom. He was gone for about 45 minutes – I figured the tacos he’d eaten for dinner the night before didn’t agree with him.
Little did I know, my sweet husband had asked the concierge about a florist and brought back a big bouquet of roses and a beautiful arrangement to decorate the condo we’d rented.
He never forgets. I’m such a lucky lady.
Without a doubt, our greatest adventure and best part of this year was Baby Taco. She is the perfect balance between ST and me. I see ST in her delicious little smile, the way she scrunches up her nose in delight, and how she’s content to just lay around the house in her pajamas, playing with us. She’s such a sweet and easy-going little girl. Except when she’s hungry, bored, or tired. Then, she’s all me: demanding. Baby Taco does the cutest thing where she pumps her fists and legs in frustration and anger – because that’s all a tiny 8 month old can do to express her displeasure!
Becoming parents has been a rocky road. From the early days when we slept 2-3 hours per night to my extreme anxiety, ST and I have had some highs and lows this past year. But at the end of the day, I am so thankful this man is my baby daddy. He sings Spanish songs to our little girl, dances with her, and is ready to tackle any poopy diaper, dirty bottle, or mess that comes his way. ST is an amazing father. Baby Taco and I are so immeasurably blessed to have him in our life.
Thank you, babe for always showing me how much you love me, even when you’re exhausted. Thank you for cooking dinner and doing the dishes; for simple acts like folding and putting away laundry, vacuuming the floor, and filling up the tank with gas. Thank you for not only tolerating my parents, but loving them too. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me because you gave me Baby Taco and in doing that, you gave me everything.
I love you, bae.