Once upon a time.

…….Once upon a time, I thought my new life was boring—a stay-at-home mom, a wife, always helping my husband, who never seemed to appreciate my work. Helping my daughter with her never-ending homework and projects, and tackling the math I never understood in college, which I now have the chance to relearn. Also, learning American history—which, by the way, I loved.

Every day, nonstop: the cleaning, the cooking, the never-ending laundry. The family drama —the spiritual balancing act that feels like a role too significant for anyone—even with God on your side, you’ve made it this far; we’re getting to the real business.

I'm not going to be one of those people who wait for life to crash down on me more than once before I say I'm grateful. My life is a beautiful mess. I'm an immigrant who came to America with so much to accomplish and so much to prove to my family. I’ve achieved more than I ever imagined. I am happy every day, oh baby. I need so much coffee, a margarita, some music here and there, and my convertible.

However, I’m here every day, giving it my all. I am not faking anything. If I tell you I love you, I mean that. If I am angry, I’ll probably avoid talking to you for a while. So, I will say something I’ll regret later.

…But as my mother said, I soon forget.

But make no mistake—now, more than ever, I know that life is more than just a magical ride.