Is Age Only A Number?
Hello, my lovely people!
It's about time to address you and do what I do, tell a story. Talk about life, family, sweets and more. I have many topics in my mind, so I'll let my fingers do the talking.
I am 54 years old, yep. I don't feel physically old, but I can sure write a trilogy about my life. When I think back, look at pictures and share with the younger crowd, I realize how long I've been around. Long is the time when I went dancing to the New York clubs. You know, once I tried to get into Studio 54; after standing in line for some time, the bouncer did not allow me in. I guess I was not dressed funky enough or did not own the vibe required! It was the time when Michael Jackson, Brooke Shields and the cream of the crop would frequent such club. I wonder what made think I was going to be allowed in.
When I see pictures of myself, I see how much I have changed and I really do not mind much the physical aspect as much as the glow in my eyes. That young glow that screams youth, young life, dreams and hopes. That glow, I miss that glow.
I see my children with their own families and I am so happy that they are happy and working towards achieving their own dreams. I think I did a good job raising them, at least the best way I knew how. It's a great satisfaction to see our children all grown up and to realize, us, parents were such a big part of that puzzle.
Next time I will share some Flan Cake, but for the mean time, I will leave you with this picture. It was 1987. Can you see the glow? Of course, I was also pregnant with my third child, Andy, one of the best gifts in my life.
My husband and I. December 1987
It's about time to address you and do what I do, tell a story. Talk about life, family, sweets and more. I have many topics in my mind, so I'll let my fingers do the talking.
I am 54 years old, yep. I don't feel physically old, but I can sure write a trilogy about my life. When I think back, look at pictures and share with the younger crowd, I realize how long I've been around. Long is the time when I went dancing to the New York clubs. You know, once I tried to get into Studio 54; after standing in line for some time, the bouncer did not allow me in. I guess I was not dressed funky enough or did not own the vibe required! It was the time when Michael Jackson, Brooke Shields and the cream of the crop would frequent such club. I wonder what made think I was going to be allowed in.
When I see pictures of myself, I see how much I have changed and I really do not mind much the physical aspect as much as the glow in my eyes. That young glow that screams youth, young life, dreams and hopes. That glow, I miss that glow.
I see my children with their own families and I am so happy that they are happy and working towards achieving their own dreams. I think I did a good job raising them, at least the best way I knew how. It's a great satisfaction to see our children all grown up and to realize, us, parents were such a big part of that puzzle.
Next time I will share some Flan Cake, but for the mean time, I will leave you with this picture. It was 1987. Can you see the glow? Of course, I was also pregnant with my third child, Andy, one of the best gifts in my life.
My husband and I. December 1987
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