Dia de los Angelitos
In Mexico, November 1 is known as "Dia de los Angelitos" or Day of the Little Angels in honor of children who have died.
I am in my third semester of Spanish and in my class we talk about various Hispanic customs, such as Dia de los Angelitos and the day that follows, Dia de los Muertos (Day of the dead- celebration of (adult) ancestors).
In the spirit of Dia de los Angelitos, I want to honor my angelito...
Everyone that met Cedie fell in love with her. There was something so special about her. Although it was hard to catch her smiling, her smile could change your whole day. I loved the way she was completely facinated with the men in her life, her daddy, her brother, her G-daddy, and her other two Grandpas. She loved to rub her dad's face and the top of his shaved head. She loved to wrap her tiny fist around her brother's finger and touch his nose. She loved G-daddy's beard. Though she couldn't talk, she showed the women in her life just as much love. She insisted on having her mommy's tshirt every night. She loved playing with my hair and my bracelets. She was the best cuddler and myself, her Nana and her Memaw (and Nurse Kim and Godmother Rachel) could rock her all day. She was a very content little girl and she would entertain herself like no other baby I've ever seen but she also loved to play with her family and her nurses (when she was in the mood). She did have a very big temper but wouldn't you if you were poked and prodded the majority of your life? I loved her tiny feet and georgeous, curly auburn hair. Her nose and her cheecks- who didn't love them! I could go on and on because she was such an amazing little girl. I miss her so much and my life will never be the same without her.
I am in my third semester of Spanish and in my class we talk about various Hispanic customs, such as Dia de los Angelitos and the day that follows, Dia de los Muertos (Day of the dead- celebration of (adult) ancestors).
In the spirit of Dia de los Angelitos, I want to honor my angelito...
Everyone that met Cedie fell in love with her. There was something so special about her. Although it was hard to catch her smiling, her smile could change your whole day. I loved the way she was completely facinated with the men in her life, her daddy, her brother, her G-daddy, and her other two Grandpas. She loved to rub her dad's face and the top of his shaved head. She loved to wrap her tiny fist around her brother's finger and touch his nose. She loved G-daddy's beard. Though she couldn't talk, she showed the women in her life just as much love. She insisted on having her mommy's tshirt every night. She loved playing with my hair and my bracelets. She was the best cuddler and myself, her Nana and her Memaw (and Nurse Kim and Godmother Rachel) could rock her all day. She was a very content little girl and she would entertain herself like no other baby I've ever seen but she also loved to play with her family and her nurses (when she was in the mood). She did have a very big temper but wouldn't you if you were poked and prodded the majority of your life? I loved her tiny feet and georgeous, curly auburn hair. Her nose and her cheecks- who didn't love them! I could go on and on because she was such an amazing little girl. I miss her so much and my life will never be the same without her.