Your half year mark was something of a milestone for me, a day I grasped onto in the future as we got through the hardships of our beginning. When we reached it, the 15th of February 2016, I took some photos of you on the spot where you were born in the living room and wrote you this. And now, a whole year has passed since then (and I had to take photos of you on that same spot again, and probably will every year until you are grown up, when I think of it). You have turned into a bonkers toddler, with the attitude of a gangster, prancing around like you own the place (any place, that is, wherever we go), belly out and always that big confident grin on your face. You make me laugh a hundred times a day. You give the drooliest kisses, tell the funniest stories (in a language only you understand), you are crazy and playful and cheeky and so happy, and definitely someone who can stand up for yourself. A real wolf cub!

I love you endlessly.