Who would have thought I would become a father?
Who would have thought I'd become a father?
I, who until a little over three years ago denied all this and now I would no longer be able to do without it, to be without him, my little Mattia who in just over a week will be two years old!
So small but already so big and the thought of being without him is like a dive into the void where there is nothing even force of gravity precipitates perennially and initially but he is there and more than precipitating is a dancing all day.
Between laughter, worry in some cases, happiness sometimes anger and a lot of tiredness for short nights looking for a bottle full of milk.
What a wonder but what pure love for this child.
Who would have thought?
Who would have said that to the question "are you happy?"
The first thing that comes to mind is my Mattia and automatically the answer is a... YES!
