Charly had his first birthday the other day. Incredible, that it has been really a year since the little monkey conquered my heart by storm. And to stay with the storm metaphor, what followed after the birth can also be called a stormy time. Always in a field of tension that reaches from desperate exhaustion and delighted bliss. (My first year with baby you can find here.) And there I ask myself, for whom I recently threw this giant birthday party! I baked and decorated, decorated and decorated the whole weekend and from the planned 10 guests we had 12 children and 16 adults over in the end. Charly found…