For a while now I hated Septembers. They always reminded me of the saddest moments of my life. Leaving Haiti, leaving home for this now new home. I hated the fact that everything had to change for me. I left my school, my friends to move here on September 9th 1995. Geez, 15 years ago. I cannot even begin to believe that it has been this long.
I still hated Septembers, until about 3 years ago when the month started to mean something else to me. The birth of Alexa.
Now when I think of September, I think of yet another change, a more positive change in my life. The month I became a mother, to the smartest little being on earth,...well ok, to me she is.
Well, welcome September of 2010...anxiously awaiting Alexa's Carnival bang....and whatever else you will bring!
I still hated Septembers, until about 3 years ago when the month started to mean something else to me. The birth of Alexa.
Well, welcome September of 2010...anxiously awaiting Alexa's Carnival bang....and whatever else you will bring!
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