dear O.,
you decided to come in the month of poppies. they are sticking their red heads from the grass in unexpected places, like they want to say hello to everyone, to stand out of the crowd. we are unpatient these last couple of days and so excited to meet you. to look into your eyes, to stroke your little head endlessly, to hold you in our arms during short summer nights. I´m wondering if you´ll have eyes brown and round like your father, changing their colour a little bit whether it´s summer or winter.
my summer baby. my july baby. I am ready for you. we are ready - to discover what it´s like to be parents, loving you, support you and take care of you. see what kind of person you´ll become. to create home for you. warming, loving, safe. full of laughter.
we will celebrate every year when poppies bloom.
