Month: April 2026

With the girls becoming children, everyone is in school now. Celeste believes practice makes perfect, and Liana is proudly a geek — both of them chose the Mental aspiration without hesitation. Mateo only needed one […continue reading]

Mateo still did his homework where he could see the girls. He always chose a spot with a clear line of sight — the spare bed in their room, the hallway floor, the little table […continue reading]

Life settled again after the festival fiasco — slowly, like dust drifting back to the ground after being kicked up. Mateo found his smile again, the real one, the one that reached his eyes. He […continue reading]

Diego sat all three toddlers down on the couch the next morning — Mateo at one end, the girls tucked beside him, and Diego in the chair across from them like he was holding court. […continue reading]

One thing I love about this house — really love — is that it’s tucked back into the Spice Market. My part of the city. My colors, my smells, my noise. And tonight is the […continue reading]

We don’t realize we’ve forgotten Diego’s birthday until he wakes up one morning, looks in the mirror, and quietly notices he’s crossed into his middle ages. No cake, no candles, no celebration — just another […continue reading]

The day after we move in, Diego has to go into the office, leaving me to manage the kids alone in a house that still smells like sawdust and fresh paint. The girls nap in […continue reading]

I hate admitting it, even to myself, but I’m beginning to feel flaky. Every time we settle somewhere — really settle, with routines and furniture that finally makes sense — something inside me starts tugging […continue reading]

Our days settle into a gentle rhythm — painting for Diego, writing for me, and loving on Mateo in every space between. It’s amazing how quickly life rearranges itself around a baby. Meals shift, conversations […continue reading]

Waiting for this baby has slowed everything down in a way I didn’t expect. The world feels softer, like it’s giving me room to breathe. I catch myself drifting into little pockets of reflection — […continue reading]