Yes. Just a moment, guys. Today my baby boy is celebrating his first birthday and he is officially no baby anymore. Exactly a year ago around this time, I thought I couldn't overcome any more contractions (read: already been at it for two days), but the little man decided to arrive at 10:19 PM. While for many mothers it was the most beautiful day of their lives, our start was especially very anxious and lonely. After being together for over nine months, we were, yes, at 10:19 PM, immediately separated from each other with a lot of labor pains. The recovery was tough for both Enzo and me, especially because being together was still not possible in the way we had fantasized about all that time as a brand new family. A time in which I completely lost myself and at the same time have never felt so strong is a period that I try to appreciate and park more day by day. Grateful for where we are now wins over everything else. We are doing well. With Enzo. And for that, I am so incredibly grateful. I get to experience happiness from the highest shelf, feel unconditional love, and every day again lift my child out of his sleeping bag with a smile. And one thing is for sure, tonight at 10:19 PM I will crawl into bed with him and not let him go until early tomorrow morning. Correction: until his 88th birthday not.
