For Ottilie, when you are seven

Ottilie,

You are six today and you just told me you want to be a vet and a bus driver, both. I said you can.

Right now you sleep with the lamp on and you hate peas. I wonder if any of that is still true when you are seven.

I wrote this at the kitchen table while you where in the bath singing. I want you to know this is what a normal tuesday looked like, and that it was enough.

Love you to the moon,
Mamma