Sofie turned one yesterday and I turn 40 today. Well, I couldn't wish for a better birthday, even though I've always dreaded it. I didn't know then I'll have a one year old to share it with. It never occurred to me that life develops in ways you least expect it to. Life is pretty simple now, and that's the way I like it.
Sofie is taking her afternoon nap now and I'm enjoying a quiet moment.
Every year when I smell a Christmas tree it takes me right back to when I was about 4. We had those simple sugar decorations for the tree wrapped up in shiny silver, gold, orange or red foil. I remember what a treat it was to get to taste one. It was nothing else but a sugar cube but to me it tasted like heaven. Together with the smell of the Christmas tree.
Now when I watch Sofie grow up and laugh and look forward so much to little things (such as those her life is made of ) it takes me back in time but makes me appreciate those tiny everyday joys of life. She dances to all kinds of music and she can't even walk yet. Looking at photos of children (and herself) gives her so much joy she lifts up her little arms and waves happily. Life is actually made of such little things. Sun that comes out over the snowy town, river and fjord where I live. I look at the snow and ice where the river becomes a fjord and a winter sun shining above and I am so grateful. For Sofie and our tiny joys; for having the luxury of spending this precious time with her without the stress of going to work; for living with the man I love.
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