Simple Life by Daniela Mlčúchová
It’s past midnight; your daddy and I come to bed. The day is over, the year has turned, and you are here, fast asleep.
Lying down beside you feels like coming home; there’s nowhere else we’d rather be, nothing else we need.
We feel light in these moments. Happy. Our hearts bursting with love and gratitude.
We are so lucky to have you to come back to; so lucky that this is our life, and that we get to be your parents.
We fall asleep next to you, smiling.
If every year begins like this, we are already blessed.
