Today you’re no longer a baby anymore. I know that young people, like you, always want to be older and wiser. How 10 sounds like magic when you’re 4 or 30 sounds like serious shit when you’re 10. I know. But I am way over that 30’s now and I can tell you that growing up is nothing fancy. It’s normal. It’s something that just happens because life is made that way. So please, don’t hurry. I know you want to run after your sister and play along with her or tell us how you feel with thousand words or drink wine and eat spicy food. And you will. In a while. But for now, you’re still my baby. With cheeks to die for, eyes so gentle and kind and the best wet openmouthed kisses. Your smell is my guilty pleasure, your body weight is my workout and your you is my luck. And we’ll celebrate that today. Big time. Happy first birthday baby girl!
One year ago today I found out I was pregnant again. It was a wish that was never really thought trough. Is it ever?
When the test was positive (and Mr. husband a continent away so not able to calm me) I stressed out. What was I thinking?! Already two beautiful and healthy children, finally sleeping through the night, able to travel… Next to that, no support system, not the youngest anymore. Why on earth did I want to put what I already had on the line?!
One year later. I have another love of my life.
P.S. Photos are taken one week after he was born. Look at him! A serious case of you think you remember, but you don’t. I love the magic of photos.
Last year I wished everything would stay the same for you because it was that good. But it didn’t. It got bat shit better. Baby O entered your LA life and right after that you moved back home. Only a train ride apart from me (insert mad eyes)
Like last year, we decided to look back on the past year for each other. Because we love to scroll through posts (a couple) and photos (a lot). So here we go…
2016 was a quiet year. Blog wise. Adventurous life wise. Not much happened but also everything happened. You moved houses (again), You added a little human to your life. Of course we still talked about our blog, loved it, had many new (hilarious) ideas, but often life got in the way. And that’s okay, because that’s what it’s all about, blog wise.
Two weeks before our big move, 5 weeks after giving birth, I received a call from Zara. That fact alone is pretty awesome in my opinion. But when they asked me to shoot one of their December editorials... first I looked around at all the mess, then I looked at my screaming newborn boy.