Walking in their shoes…

What an adventure it is to have you and your mum around. I am still reeling from the delightful realisation that we left our home with a docile little newborn a mere two months ago and came back with a small child, with a mind of her own, astonishing abilities and mobility (remember your adventures with the train seat, Tristan’s couch and climbing out of all sorts of contraptions designed to keep you INSIDE of them?.) Before we knew it you could sit up and look around, take a drink bottle and finish it, take things and learn how they feel smell and most of all TASTE, realise that some things may be too big and too heavy for now and that your parents are there when you need them.

In the course of the trip you dazzled so many people, starting from queues of curious and cordial waitresses in Thailand, to your grandparents, uncles and aunties in Germany and Poland and even your grand grandmother to whom your gave the greatest parting present by just being there and smiling, to seeing your dear uncle Claudio for the first time to young and oldies ladies and gentlemen all over Italy and our friends in California who were a catalyst for me so looking forward to have you.

What’s more, i am so very proud of you and your mum which actually is a novelty for me. I may have met and spent time with a number of people in my life but your mum and you took it all to a new level. I just didn’t know these feelings exist in the real world and attributed them to fairy tales and cheesy literature. What i so like about our family unit is that it feels far less obliging than it feels liberating and fulfilling.

We have seen you undergo an amazing development in a very short time. We will try not to let this go to our heads a demand great deeds sooner, faster and better than others. After all, we love you and we merely look forward to have a smart, witty and great daughter.

Just one piece of advice: Man with beards can generally be trusted. Yellow buckets on the other hand are to be treated with suspicion. Ask your dad when you can read this 😉

Poznan, August 2012