My beloved daughters

Right now, you are still small – 3 years and less than one. I am, at this point, 32 years old.

I always wondered what would happen if our ways would part before our time – if I could not tell you the things I want to tell you when you’re 10, 15, 20, 30 years older.

Also, even though I hope and assume that this won’t happen – will I have the chance to tell you everything I wanted to? Will I not forget? Will we not miss the point to talk?

Would you wonder what kind of a person I was? Would you ever wonder if I had anything to say to you that I didn't say?

I hope this will never be the case – and I think it will be interesting to read this 5, 10, 20 years from now when this will hopefully still exist and I will hopefully be doing this.

This is why I am starting this page.

I love you more than anything. You are making me smile every single day, you make my heart beat in joy, and you are the greatest gift I have ever received.