Two years ago, i was in the middle of a forest at a remote cabin, night before wedding. Had all the family around, all the friends, watching us in a CL final. It was unfortunately not our night. The pain of that loss was washed away by the party, but i haven't forgotten it to this day, nor did it make it easy that so many of my friends constantly reminded me of it. I'm actually certain me and my friends are caught on the wedding video, talking about it.
Today, after two more years, as i am preparing my house for the arrival of my son in a couple of weeks, i find myself at another momentous event in my life, pulling all the things we no longer need or have space for, rebuilding for a life changing event, building the little cot ( today ), painting the walls of his future room, algining the furniture, and in between all of that, my beloved club has a final again.
I don't obsess over a win, but it would be beautiful, as the chapters of my life captured my other love's greatest moments, to have this year, the year of the birth of my first child, my little lad, the year we also write history. And to have my dream come true, that in the future as i hold him on my shoulders, singing Blue Moon, to tell him, a thousand thousand times. The year you were born my lad, we wrote history.
