Dearest Hazel
Almost every day, your mom sends a photo or video via WhatsApp to me, Miranda, and Barbara. And every time, my eyes light up. My heart leaps as soon as I see you.
Always cheerful. Always smiling. Fearless, unaware, so sweet and innocent.
It’s always a joy to see you.
I’m about to leave for Essen, and I’ll take a detour just to see you for a moment. And I’m already looking forward to it.
While I’m recording this, I realize how much time I regularly waste on unimportant things. I’m officially retired now, but I still let myself be rushed. By all sorts of things. Things that don’t really matter.
I’ve decided on a few things for myself, but I don’t follow through. I know how it should be, or rather: I know what’s important. But I don’t know how to really do it.
What matters are relationships. Without a doubt.
And in those relationships… you are my absolute favorite. That’s not really allowed, you’re not supposed to have favorites—especially not within the family, but without a doubt: you stand out.
Love you.
See you later.
