I never thought I could love Guido more. But I do. Now. I love Guido the daddy – it brings the best of him.
I love seeing his face shine when looking at the babies. I love the pride in his eyes when he holds them or when saying he is a daddy. I love the worried look on his face when Emma is making a fart or trying hard to poop or Marco having lost weight after birth (when the nurses in the Neonatalogie or NICU section have told us Marco lost 200 grams, which is 10% of his body weight, I could not stop crying the whole day).
One day we were in the car and I asked Guido to put me THAT song (quello in italian) which I love and reminds me of Prague (we met and used to live in Prague before moving to Zurich). From all the songs out there, Guido picked THE song which reminds me of Prague. This was a moment of love and complicity beyond words.