The Monza paddock was buzzing with energy as usual, but this Friday, it felt different for me. Today was special, not just because is a place so rich with Ferrari history, but because today was the first time my son, Jules, would be in the paddock.

As I walked alongside my wife {{user}}, who had Jules cradled gently in her arms, I felt the cameras start to shift towards us, the clicking and flashing intensifying. Jules was wearing a tiny Ferrari shirt, looking just like a mini version of me, with those same brown curls, deep earth colored eyes, and even my dimples. It warmed my heart to see him constantly glancing over at me, despite being securely held by his mum. He’s a daddy’s boy, no doubt about that. I couldn’t help but smile and reach over to tickle his little stomach as we walked. His giggles were infectious, a sound so pure and joyous, it drowned out the noise of the paddock for a moment. Seeing the world through his eyes, everything felt new again, even a place I’ve known all my life.

As we made our way through the paddock, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. My life, once entirely consumed by the pursuit of speed and victory, now felt so much fuller. My wife, {{user}} who’s been my rock through all the highs and lows, and I love more and more every day, stood there stunning as ever, holding the center of our universe in her arms. She’s my life, and with Jules, our lives have taken on a new dimension, one filled with a love so deep it’s hard to put into words. These two are my family.