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My cousin Sasha’s second baby boy, Elias was being presented to the church. Mami and I kidnapped my niece Harlie and headed to Brooklyn. This is the second time I’ve been to this church, and it felt like the first time. It’s absolutely stunning. I brung my trusty sidekick with me (my camera) and put her to good use.
Every single time I saw Elias, I swear I was staring at his older brother Jonahs. They have the same little face, and I can’t get over it! The cuteness!
Sundays are for family. If you’ve been around this blog for a little while, you definitely have heard that saying before. It’s been a little tricky lately since we all have so much stuff going on. Last weekend I was in Miami for a day (You’ll read about that soon enough) and my schedule, and everyone else’s get’s a little hectic. This Sunday my mother was getting confirmed at our church. She’s been taking all her classes, and today was the big day.
Yo, this mass was 3 hours…. that is waaaaay too long!
I can do my hour mass and go about my day, but three hours!? It didn’t help that one of the pastors spoke low into his microphone, so I was dozing in an out of that sermon. The rest was absolutely beautiful. We were restricted on taking pictures and I was internally twitching. Here I am with my bog old camera and huge telephoto lens attached and I can’t even capture the moment the way I want to. I get it though, respect the house of the lord— (doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it)
After mass, we all went out to eat. My gorgeous little niece and nephew, Amaury & Harlie were little monsters, eating everything in sight. They’re getting so big so fast, I can’t stand it!
The adult’s food order took forever, so I did my part in stuffing my face with salad and breadsticks. My entree is currently getting devoured on my lunch break while I type up this post. Hey, make it work.
We all have friends who we barely see anymore. Life happens, we all get busy, we all have things that need to get done.
On this weekend, I wanted to surprise and make some time for friends who have always been so dear to me. Their house is usually loud and filled with laughter. I used to love spending summer’s in Connecticut and forgetting all my troubles of NYC life, even if it was just for a little bit.
This morning stroll, Jolie, who’s the spitting image of her father wanted to take her bike out for spin. She’s gotten so big and beautiful, it only reminded me of when I held her as a baby. But she’s a big girl now, and she was telling me how she was ready to ride with training wheels. I believe her, but I don’t think anyone is ready for that yet.
Can you stay small just a little bit longer?
Maybe the wheels will be gone next time I come to visit.
Later,
Graffiti will always have a place in my heart. When I was younger and in grade school I will draw the names of my peers on notebook paper and sell it to them for $1. In highschool, I learned what a black book was. Every lunch period all the guys will take out their books, the lunch tables will be covered in markers, and everyone will trade books, drawing and hitting them up. After high school I found my scene with a small graff crew, and it was spray painting season from there on out.
Though I don’t dabble anymore, since I have grown to exercise the freedom of finding different canvases—like I mentioned before, graffiti lives in my soul. When I saw the invitation for one of my friend’s work that will be displayed, I didn’t even ask questions. I knew I had to go, and just ‘pop up’ and that I did. I haven’t seen them in a couple of years, so I decided to stay quiet, jump on the Metro North and find my way to Connecticut.
The show was great and I had the pleasure of not only reconnecting with old friends, but making new ones as well.
Thanks again for having me!
