Election year.

The local newspaper had an article on the conditions of the city at the end of the incumbents' term: all the counties are in such a social disaster, people are starting to wear the shoes for it. We also saw the US presidential race up to the win. Towns look so clean, red-white-and-blue flags everywhere the camera turned and a real love for country family and-in most cases-God. Our city is paved with dozens of politician's faces on a hope for the local government chairs hanging off every standing light-pole, and no sight of a venezuelan flag waving over the trash, holes and fancy new cars. Chavez has his candidate and the opposition has their own.  History has taught us that things won't change for the better, regardless of who will win. It's a people without leadership, without identity and purpose.

I took Pablito to church this morning, mom and Antonio stayed home recovering from a little cold. We sat in the front pew, Pablito and I, and he had no problems sitting still through the hour long meeting. He ate his snacks, stared at the deacons passing the sacrament and then soiled his diaper. I felt the smell and checked in his diaper. Then I looked him in the eye and he sort of lowered his look with a small smile that made me giggle and love him a tad more towards forever. He is so mature, so sweet and filled with quiet dignity despite his two years. 

So, what does cities, politicians and a two year old boy have to do with each other? I live in a daily world of concern for the boys' future. I want them to be smart, to be socially sensitive and spiritually uplifting and so I feel that we can accomplish that in a community where there is, well, love ... for oneself, the neighborhoods and for the future.