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I cannot say that I am clear headed right now. Have I been at all for the last year?
With all the hoohaw over the family unification, the visas, the lessons learned, mistakes made, obstacles,
magic has happened
and this special day that I have carried around in my head for months,
February 29th, Febraury 29th- something special is going to happen that day.
Will my baby be born, (thus, as I joke, saving us a birthday party until every fourth year!)
It sounds silly to say that I knew that Augustino would be arriving on that day, but somehow, I feel like I knew that he would. He will board a plane for the first time in his life and fly half way around the world, for two days, and arrive in Los Angeles Friday February 29th at 4:40pm.

NOW the adventure begins. All this other stuff was just killin time. Dreams, pontifications.

I may be ridiculous, but I get something in my head, and, I dunno, it becomes me.
Like having a wedding with a big belly.
Now I think I am pushing it. (haha)


Anyway, I think we will soon have many more pictures to post on here soon, so keep checking back over the next coupla weeks!
The baby can't hold on that long, and I don't think anybody has the time. But some of my worst nightmares have been about having a wedding ceremony, and no, I have never fantasized about my own. The closest thing I have come to fantasizing about it is to picture myself in a white, satiny dress that shows off my big, pregnant belly. A bouquet of cala lilies. The man I love. A ring? Something round. Maybe a random stone.
So, after the landing, we will take a day or so of rest, involving cuddling, staring at each other, spooning, but no talk! no catching up on the millions of stories.
Come Sunday, times up!
Welcome to America- you'll sleep when you're dead! We will begin to tour the land: "This is a mall, the heart of Southern California." Thats a tour that I fantasize about taking him on every time I go mallside. And what more fun than to buy a spiffy 'fit for our union (read wedding not strike)? Then to the beach, feel how cold it is, look at the rough waves of the Pacific, take some pictures, tour the maternity ward, and take my baby daddy to the courthouse and get hitched.

I believe in marriage. I believe the romance of marriage, the commitment of marriage, and the community unity (Ujamaa!) of binding such a love together in front of those who you love the most in the world, and who know you the best. Those who keep you in check, and give you support. Those who you inevitably end up hurting, over and over again without meaning to, goshdarnit.

But I believe that something like this will involve a little more planning, and well, when my dreams come true, I mean, these obsessive yet beautiful images that I get in my head dreams, when they happen, they usually involve more spontaneity and luck than planning. And that is what feels most perfect to me.
That and I don't believe in choosing between cake and ice cream. I'll have both, thank you.