1 year old

Dear Christoffer,

Today is your birthday. CONGRATULATIONS!

A year ago you came out of mummy’s tummy. What a reception you received. During the last 30 minutes of your mother’s labour your heart beat was so faint that we could hardly hear it. The mid-wife was therefore quick to call for assistance to make sure you where alright. The result, however, was a rock concert crowd of doctors and nurses by the time you arrived. So many that I didn’t see you at first. Only after recovering just slightly from the ordeal did I manage to clear the masses and sneak a peek of your little face.

The mid-wife was very impressed by your mother and praised her to great heights – incredibly brave, the strongest women she had met etc. And yes, rightly so, your mother did deserve all the praise. But she also had a habit of saying “good on you”. A phrase which she must have repeated 100 times and which became increasingly annoying as the labour progressed and one I will never forget.

You are such a good boy and we are very proud of you. You have just recently taken your first step, but you are still reluctant to walk, preferring to crawl for the time being. In due course you will be running after your big brother.

All the best from your fa(r)ther on this the first of many birthdays to come.