227 West 29th Street A bubbly hostess seated us. A lanky waiter served us coffees without a word and a bow of the head. Moments before ordering, our eyes twirled across the room, floor to ceiling, wall to wall. We marveled at antique toys glued to every available surface. A
After brushing my teeth and grabbing my mouthguard, I step into the bedroom. Maya sits cross-legged, writing. With the brown leather book propped on her lap, she scribbles words of affirmation. Day 11: I admire how she knows what she wants in life. C3* knows exactly who she is and
The night Maya and I, and seven others in my family, arrived to Republica Dominicana, my brother Seppi asked for our attention. As he stood behind two rocking chairs on the porch, he lifted his hands. Now, before I continue, let me tell you one thing about Seppi. He lives
This was a tough one. I attempted writing my version to Maya’s and my love story specifically for our wedding website. A few people provided me with similar feedback. “This doesn’t sound like you, Cecilia. You’re a romantic. Don’t write facts. Write from your heart.” They were right. I tried
While I drove us back down south to Ruidoso, David copy-interpreted from the passenger seat what I was signing. He did this so Maya could see what I was signing since she was sitting in the back. At one point, I giggled. David “interpreted” my giggle by mimicking my giggle.
By the grace of my future in-laws, Block Island has become an important part of my life. It is not just some island to hang about while on vacation. Whenever I am here, I am present. I usually have a hard time being that way. Oftentimes, I’m thinking about everything
I was mind-blown. I expected to be baffled with disbelief. But no, I was baffled with…assurance. You see, this particular advice would have been ideal to hear before becoming engaged. I made a commitment that I don’t intend to break. And yet, I am assured I made the best decision