Sitting on the veranda I can see the mountains and the volcano, dazzling clouds framing the setting sun, and Venus shining brightly. Beautiful and breathtaking. I am in a most gorgeous city; paradise. The weather is gently warm with a hint of coolness that brushes against my face as the wind gently blows. I have made a pot of masa soup that fills my stomach and makes me smile. I smell the hint of a fire close and tortillas make their way to my nose. I hear music playing in the distance and I see fireworks going off every few minutes in random locations. This is a place that could make anyone happy.
But, it is not the landscape that is taking my breath away or the soup that fills me. It is happiness. Utter happiness. My heart is singing and I cry tears of pure joy. Sleeping just ten feet away from me is my daughter. My baby. My sweet and gentle baby.
All of these years it has taken me to get here. So many damn tears. So many nights of wishing for a child to love. Days filled with worry and eternal hope. Finally. Finally. Thousands and thousands of dollars and literally a drained bank account with less than a thousand dollars in it is what has taken me to get to here. My dream place.
With out any money left I am happy. I have a child to love and to hold. My Scarlett. My precious Scarlett who is so beautiful and loving. I could turn inside out for how happy I am. Every tear, every penny, every minute was worth it because I have her. She is the one I have been waiting for for too long. My heart is bursting and my cup just runneth over.