LOVE, is a strong word….so I’ve been told…by the one’s who stay far away from its presence, literally. When I think of love I imagine the snow cascading and billowing off of my neighbors roof, at every whisk of the wind. It has a sensational effect on my senses. Funny how it’s cold and not warm…….the irony. 😀
I also think of more intangible memories and future plans. When I met my son’s father, I was 20 years old. He was 21 with this deep Cuban accent. I use to love hearing him butcher English words. It was so attractive. We got married when I was 21. I gave birth to our son at 23 1/2 and the rest is history. Before our marriage ended, I acquired a permanent love for Cubans. Ronald has an Italian last name, which always threw people off. Of course when he tells the story of his families origins it all makes sense. Spanning from Italy, to Portugal and finally Havana, Cuba. I asked him; “Why did your Momma name you Ronald?” His response; “She named me after Ronald Regan.” I always thought that was funny because he has the most American pronounced name in his family, and it is still accentuated in his culture. But I get it. He was born around a time where his parents were just coming from Cuba. He is the 2nd oldest out of 5 siblings between his mom and dad, and has a plethora of family members from his fathers side alone, in Florida and some still in Cuba.
I learned to love a lot in the span of 10 years. I learned to love fishing in the ocean in the middle of the night. I learned that the morning news is just not right, unless it is being broadcasted on Univision… “Despierta America”, which is like a Latin equivalence to the American “Good Morning America”….but better. Maxwell House from your standard coffee pot is no where NEAR as good as Pilon (A cuban brand espresso) brewed straight on the stove in a “moka pot”, enjoyed near palm or mango trees. Nothing in the world like that authenticity. Cuban men are serious about their meat, especially their pork. Ron was a way better meat cooker than me. (Pssst….I hate pork. Maybe that’s why our marriage ended.) 😀 <<kidding>>
As I prepare to venture back to Miami again for a moment, I am reminded of these sweet nuggets that came along with such tumultuous times. We are finally friends again, and able to focus on the parts of life that we shared that resulted in an extension of “Us.”