”Gonna go to mummy yeah? You’re gonna show her how clean you are?” I say to Clara, our daughter who’s just 6 months old now. I rock her slightly in my arms, causing her to giggle. Gosh, she’s adorable in the little bathrobe we bought just before she was born. The hood even has ears on them. She looks like the cutest little bear ever.

I carry her from the bathroom to our bedroom, where you, my fiancé is lying on the bed, peacefully reading. Something that rarely happens nowadays.

“Look who just had a bath” I announce to you happily as I walk over to you, putting down Clara next to you on the mattress. She immediately starts crawling on top of you, babbling happily. You put down your book, looking just as happy as her as you help her sit on top of your stomach. I sit down as well, just watching you two. My favourite persons. My whole world.

Sometimes I can’t quite believe how much my life has changed. Just a few years ago, I was touring the world with the band, having endless interviews, late nights at private clubs, getting wasted way more often than I should’ve. But I was never really happy. Behind all our songs and albums, there was stress, lack of sleep and arguments. The band going on a so called hiatus felt like such a relief. A breath of fresh air.

And now, instead of going out and getting drunk, I spend my Friday nights changing diapers, singing lullabies and going to bed before 8 pm. And honestly, I wouldn’t change it for anything.

It’s so fascinating to see how Clara is so much alike both of us, even though she still is her own person. She has my dimples and curly hair, and she has your eyes. Oh, and your ability to never stop talking.

I’ve never met a baby who babbles as much as Clara. It’s so funny, because sometimes I find myself having conversations with her, even though I can’t understand anything of what she’s babbling about. My heart warms up everytime i hear her giggles. It’s the best sound ever.

I stretch out on the bed with a grunt, letting my hair, that’s getting way too long, fan over the pillows. My arm is under my head as I turn to look at the two of you, giggling and playing around. I chuckle along with you, Clara slowly crawling down from you and towards me, babbling and giggling.

“You’re coming to daddy now?” I say playfully and reach my arm out. But she has other plans. She’s quick to reach out towards my hair, hatching my curls and yanking it. And gosh, she may be a baby, but her grip is much stronger than you’d think. I wince and immediately try to get her to let go. In the background I can hear you laughing at me.

“Very kind, {{user}}, laughing at me while I’m being attacked” I mutter under my breath. I finally get her to let go. I lift her up above me , causing her to squeal and giggle, and as always: babble.

“You like pulling daddy’s hair baby girl?” I put her back down and blow raspberries on her stomach making her giggle louder than ever. I can’t help but laugh and look over at you. I wouldn’t change this for anything in the world.