Sunday, December 25, 2011: Merry Christmas Sam! I miss you already. We had a great Christmas Eve. Santa definitely got your letter. You were very happy with what he brought you for Christmas. I live to see that smile and excitement on your face Sam. It was absolutely precious. Precious and bittersweet. I arrived to the house at 8:30 in the morning. An extra 90-minutes with my own daughter on Christmas. So, now you have a pet goat. It eats everything it gets its teeth on: trees, tires, shoes, water hoses. You name it, it will eat it. Right before you woke up, the goat walked into the house and pooped all over the living room. I could not stop laughing. Don’t get me wrong, I love goats. It’s one of my favorite animals. I would never own one. In California they use goats in brush fire prevention. Basically goats are herded onto a hillside and eat everything in it’s path. When the hillside is cleared, they move onto the next hillside. This prevents brush fires and their bigger brother the wild fire. Nice life for a goat, eh? It doesn’t take them long to clear out a hillside. How long before the front and backyard is cleaned out by Adriana Coronel Tenorio’s (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) new eating machine?
OK, I digress. It’s been forever since I have been able to lie down next to you as you woke up on Christmas Eve. Yet Adriana was adamant in not wanting me to wish you a Merry Christmas as you were still sleeping. She told me your room was a mess as for the reason why. So she goes upstairs to wake you. I stood by the bedroom door and noticed that Adriana locked it when she went in. Crazy. Eventually Adriana opened the door. Your room was immaculate. Nothing was out of place. Not sure what that bullshit story was about. You are a lot like me because waking up is not fun but you are much more adorable which makes the daily ritual worth experiencing with you. I am not surprised that Adriana would blatantly lie about your room being clean. She can’t tell the truth about anything.
It was not long after you finally came downstairs, wondering if Santa came to the house. Your face lit up when you realized Santa came for you. Of course even as you were opening your presents, you were constantly being hounded by requests to wear a sweater, put the wrapping paper in the garbage as you were opening your gifts and stack up your gifts neatly. WHAT? It’s Christmas! You are 5-years old. Making a mess and having fun doing it is part of the Christmas experience!
One of the gifts Santa brought you was a kids tattoo maker. It quickly became your favorite. Both of my arms are tattooed. Cat paws on my left arm and a flower on my right arm with your name under it. Then it was the Monster High locker yearbook, which I love too. I am so jealous. And everyone’s favorite, Play Doh! I love the smell of Play Doh. There was no shortage of things to do Saturday, that is for sure. Making our way outside in the front of the house, just you and me. Finally.
Along the way, Adriana mentions her and Axel Alvarez Coronel (AKA Axel Coronel) were upset that I was keeping you and them from being in Irapuato with the rest of the family and how I could care less about that. Honestly, I really could care less about that side of the family. You have been kept from my family for all these years and she has the nerve to even mention this to me. Amazing. In reality, Adriana’s inability to find a compromise is what kept her from Irapuato, not me. I told your Adriana that Axel is 16-years old. He could have gone to Irapuato without you. Adriana goes on to tell me she did not want Axel to go without her because she did not want to be home alone with you that whole time. I was stunned! I told her she could have gone to Irapuato as well and that I would be more than happy to spend that entire time with you. It would be a pleasure to have that time with you! So no, I don’t care about her and Axel not being in Irapuato for Christmas.
At the same time, I do have to give credit where credit is due. Adriana respected the court order for my time with you. This is not normal. In the back of my mind she may have been told there is nothing she can do about it. Or she knew there was no way I was going to compromise with her on this after all the promises she made and went back on. It would be nice to be able to come to some sort of agreement where we can spend more time together and everyone is happy. I am not holding my breath right now.
As all Saturdays, it went by too fast. I LOVE YOU SAM! I am still fighting for you! For now, MERRY CHRISTMAS SAM!
