Enzo is born
Oh boy. He is born. My boy. Enzo Zéno. I still can't believe it. But really. That big belly, this wonderful little being was inside it. And now, now he lies with his big brown eyes and sweetest little hands on my chest admiring his mother while I, as a brand new mom, try to share my feelings with you. Emphasis on try, because for the first time in my life I feel the indescribable. So cliché but true. It is simply impossible to put into words what I feel for him. Despite our rough start, made possible by a sadly quite traumatic delivery and liters of postpartum tears, the pain, the shock, and the sadness don't even come close to what Enzo unleashes in me in terms of unconditional love, happiness, and primal strength. He is the world. Our world. Nothing or no one can compare. Never have I felt so lost and at the same time so strong as in the past two weeks. Dear Enzo, welcome to the world. Your world. Where I, together with your father, will try to realize the very best version of this planet under your feet forever and everywhere. Because man, how beautiful can that world be and how much it is waiting for you to be rocked together with us. And so the adventures begin…
