What is love? That famous question that seeks an answer, over and over again.
The last time I saw my Grandmother Amaro, she stood behind me and embraced me. I laughed saying it was a funny way to be hugged good bye? She hugged me tighter whispering in my ear:
"This is how my Mother embraced me, when I left the Azores, to come to America. When I open my arms, you are facing your destiny, your future, and I'm behind you letting you go. That is love, letting others be who they are, standing behind them, loving them all the more.
When my Grandmother opened her arms I saw what she meant.
In December Chelsea and Mr. Espresso will continue their studies by doing an internship in Mexico City.
I am looking at this nest called home.
Why don't those little birds stay little?
I am happy, really I am, spreading wings is what I want my children to do.
I am eyeing her bedroom...