Well I know it's just a spring haze

Four years ago, plus one day, she was born: my eldest niece Rosalie. The day I was supposed to see Tori Amos in concert in Amsterdam. The day a friend from London was flying in, supposed to stay with me for a few days. The day my mom showed up in my class that day to tell me my niece was born. I remember the tears I cried, the chaos in my head, the need to see her, but I couldn't. I did see Tori that night, but only because I couldn't visit my sister that day anyway after work. I don't remember much from the concert, my friend from London ended up staying in a hotel (which I still feel super guilty about!).
A day after she was born, I got to see my niece. And up until that moment I couldn't understand unconditional love. But when I held her, I just knew. I grew to love her even more through the years. I love how she's become a real person in those 4 years. Wise, smart, and so full of life.

Yesterday was her birthday. She got a bike (amongst many other presents) and at one point she wanted to ride it. So I went with her, and her little sister came along as well. And while we were riding our bikes, this feeling of pure love floated through my veins, body and soul. And I can't believe she's 4 already.



Little sis Madelief. Who I love so much as well.



Rosalie with her dad.



Nom nom nom. I call her 'smekbek' most of the times (which roughly translates as 'munch mouth'.



Turning 4 is a big thing, you get to go to school, you get presents, family visiting. It was taking its toll at one point.



With her mom.

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