So i finally made it home after a real long day. I got hurt last week and my ankle is still hurting so bad. I got a ankle brace and been elevating it and nope its still painful. The real sad is i hate wearing sandals and stupid slippers. If you know me you know i always wear heels, rain or shine i am wearing them :( I will stay positive and not let this get me sad. So i spoke to Chris's mom last night and i said why don't we all meet and have a barbecue for fathers day? She said i would love that. Keep in mind my mom and dad have never met them before just the girls so this was very exiting. So my mom and I woke up real early and we made Mexican Rice and potato salad. We brought fish, shrimp, chips, watermelon, etc. We then drove to the store and got some bomb Carne Asada :) And we drove a little over a hour to this real nice park (Fremont Park In Riverside) Omg we got there and set up and sure enough a few minutes they all showed up. My mom and Chris's mom finally met after 1 yr and 7 months wow thats a long time ago huh?? Believe it because it happen today. So we all where helping each other cut the tomatoes, the onions, avocato etc. It was priceless. No money can buy the smiles , the laughter , the love that was there today. I felt at peace but a part of me was missing. I would give anything to have Chris with us. The last time we celebrated fathers day we all went to dinner and took pictures at this star shot place :) Today was real nice, clear sky's the most perfect weather. The only piece missing to the puzzle is having Chris with us. We ate so delicious and i cant believe it. I had so much fun we went to the water park and we got all wet.I know I am 25 years old but I sure act like I am 5 yrs old.I had a long day and need to rest for tomorrow. The lesson for today is live your life and do what makes you and god happy. And always remember that material things and treasures cannot and will not buy true happiness within you. I love myself and i love those who support me. Good night world.
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