To GJr

May 13, 2009

It seems  yesterday, and ages ago at the same time…
The 13th May 2008 your daddy (my cousin) sent me a message to tell us you were born!. In the message he wrote also your name, your weight,  your length  and, not written, the infinite joy of your parents.

I remember I was studying math when I received that message. I don’t know what you’ll study at university but, trust me, that the kind of math I was studying is really “annoying”… but this message, or better your birth news, made me smile. I started to jump all around the house telling the news to my parents and to my brother.

I wish I were there, I wish I had hugged you at least once this year… but we live pretty far away, and old people can be so strange and  boring at time.  They (well I should say “we”, even if I am not so old yet!) always say to be “too busy”, and they never find time to meet who they love.

That’s OK, internet, the good use of it, solved the problem. I keep in touch with your daddy who fills my mail with picture of the wonderful creature you are.
Your daddy is a man of few words but, trust me, from those is easy to understand how deeply he loves both you and your mother.

And I hope, my little cousin, you will always feel and understand how much your parents loves you.
I hope you will never lose someone that loves you… at least, not too early.

You will be sad in your life, people will make you sad. You’ll surely argue with your parents (I don’t know your mommy very well but, sorry, I’m sure that on this side of your family we are pretty stubborn and your daddy is one of the hardest heads ;D).
I hope you will never feel homeless, that you will never miss someone’s love… but it can be possible…if it happens, I hope you’ll  always remember what your parents will surely teach you: There is always Someone, that One that sent you to us, the Father we all share… Who will always love you and every living creature on this Earth.

A Love in front of which everyone, even the oldest man in the world, looks like a little bird requesting food to its parents…

…a Love we do need.