31

I am officially 31. I have no reason to bemoan my age. Waiters at restaurants still address me as “joven” and at church some confuse me for one of the young men. More importantly, my wife and daughters still think I’m somewhat cool. At least that’s what they tell me.

My birthday included three of the things I love most in life: my family, mole (the Mexican dish, not the brown things on your skin), and chocolate cake. Sofia and Victoria were quick to help their mother. The chocolate smudges on their faces and shirts are evidence they did their part…eating the frosting.

As part of the party preparations, our living room was transformed into a dining room/dance hall. Fisher-Price tables were set, curtains were closed, and blaring music and colorful lights were provided by a remote control car (Christmas gift from China). We danced. It was great.

Needless to say, my thirty-first year on this planet is off to a good start. Goodnight. ✌🏾😴


This was written on February 15, 2017 (my birthday). However, dance parties take priority over publishing blog posts. So, here we are at 12:07AM on February 16, 2017…

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