Seems that I begin every sentence with “I can’t believe….” –  This first year was beyond my humble experience as a human being, as a woman, as a mother. My whole world turned round with the arrival of Mathilda one year ago. I sought I already experienced love in it’s different dimensions. I though the love to my mister was strong like a rock. I thought the love ( and fear) for my cat was solid and earnest. Mathilda taught me there is no stronger love and bond between mother and child. Pure, vulnerable and unbreakable. Today I’m also celebrating one year as a mother. I’m just wondering  where my presents are.