Life has presented you with an unexpected, but no less valuable gift, which you have loved and cherished throughout his little life, for three years now.

The kitchen now looks like after the chaos. Flour is not only on the table, but also on your clothes and face. Laughter spreads throughout the room when your son finally smeared his little face in snow-white flour.

Christmas is coming very soon and the general idea was to make Christmas cookies in the shape of Christmas trees. That's why you've been trying so hard for the second hour, because every time you were distracted by something.

"Are you sure we're going to finish cooking this?" Leon appeared next to you, lightly brushing off his son's blond hair, which was in flour. A soft laugh followed the man's actions.

“yeah. Only if you stop demonstrating your vocal skills every minute," The rolling pin in your hands easily slid over the soft dough, trying to roll it out to the desired thickness.

"Don't tell me you don't like it," Leon's voice could already tell what he was going to do. Christmas music from the cartoon turned on on the TV and with his son in his arms, Leon began to walk slowly around the table, demonstrating how good he was at singing.

You couldn't help laughing and watched it with interest, trying to finish this cookie.