People ask me constantly, “What are you still doing there, on your own, out in the middle of no-where … in Germany?? Why don’t you come home?!” … Well, apart from the fact that we love it here, there’s one single factor that has concreted our roots into the ground – at least for a while:
Tomorrow, my little boy will be four years old. For the first time in our lives, he won’t wake up here, with me, on his birthday. But. I will still be having breakfast with him at his Dad’s … 2 minutes away across the field.
It’s the little things that are big things and, let’s face it, tomorrow could have been a whole lot worse. Couldn’t it.