Espadrilles

Espadrilles are Spanish, more Spanish than I am, and they are my favorite shoes. I own one pair and love them, almost as much as the one-fourth of my heritage that I actually care about.

They Really DO Exist!

I always thought that I was doomed to have a tiny family, just me and the parental units, and half of a sister, haha.  I mean, there are people I am related to that my mom sometimes revealed to me when I pried her for information about where I come from.  But they had been out of my life since I had my own consciousness.

So it was a surprise to hear my uncle’s voice yesterday.  He lives only about an hour away, too, and he has a whole family of his own.  And he’s real.  He exists.  I have a family.

Little happy things do happen, just like in all the Disney movies.  Imagine that.