Saturday (after Thor and I went to morning sing-a-long class) we met for brunch at Sult to celebrate a birthday with friends and friends of friends – two of whom are expecting their first babies sometime in June. Listening, asking questions, you sit somewhere in the middle between envy and relief. You can feel a little envious of all the anticipation around becoming a parent for the first time and the deep rooted happiness that envelopes you every time your baby does a summersault or elbows you in your spleen. There is that great joy of knowing that he’s protected and healthy exactly where he is. On the other hand there is the relief of knowing that your child has come into the world safely and of being well familiar with how upside down your world is (it’s the not knowing that’s scary). Each day with this little person is just as challenging, natural and fascinating as the last – and he only becomes more awesome, the more he becomes himself. Upside down, as it turns out, is a pretty great place to live.
We jump started Sunday with brunch at Cafe Julian (a great favourite) at the National Museum – followed by some happy laps around the exhibitions by an extra energetic Thor. He danced and stomped his way through the North American Indian Pow Wow show – a true indian incarnated. We speed walked our way afterwards through the intense cold that is shocking Copenhagen at the moment over to Torvehallerne for a glass or two of micro-brew while our little indian slept tucked in and warm. Dropped the boys off at home and ended the day with good friends at their new place in Islands Brygge. Now that felt like a proper weekend.0 Comments