12

It is time of the year when there is so much daylight, when there is so much blossom and greenness everywhere. Time of warmth. Beautiful time to be born. Elliot is 1 now. 12 months have passed.

12 months of endlessly growing love, joy and....exhaustion. 12 months of learning new life, finding balance between holding and letting go, following my intuition. 12 months of bedtime stories, singing, laughter and being together. Sharing every moment together, staying in the present. He is my teacher of mindfulness.12 months of many first: words (mama and tata which stands for daddy in Polish), strawberries, paintings and drawings, discoveries of the world around him, joy and laughter and first solo steps on his birthday. 365 days of saying 'I love you' and 'goodnight'. 365 days of gratitude for him, for this gift of life.
Thank you Elliot.