Peter started looking into the ancestry of my family after learning about Amelia’s rich heritage and culture from both sides of her family. He even signed up for language classes so that when Amelia was older, he could teach her Norwegian, the family’s native tongue.
Everything wasn’t easy. Even now, there were times when his fears would surface or I would experience a flash of rage when I thought back on what Peter had said.
However, we were able to overcome it collectively.
Peter and Amelia were lying on the floor with books all around them when I got home one day.
What is it all about? ” I questioned.
Peter looked up with a grin. We’re going all over the world!
Amelia ought to be aware of all of the world’s cultures, not just our own.
My chest felt warm as I observed how they interacted.
I had always wanted Peter to be like this as a father. One night, while we were standing over Amelia’s cot and watching her sleep, Peter turned to face me.
He spoke with a quiet “thank you. ” I inquired, “For what?
” for keeping up with me.
for demonstrating to me what matters most in life.
” From below, he smiled at our daughter. She is flawless, isn’t she?
” I felt a wave of calm as I laid my head on his shoulder. I replied, “Yes.
” She is in fact.
“As I observed my spouse gently petting our daughter’s cheek, it became clear to me that we still had a long way to go.
However, for the first time in months, I felt hopeful. Everything would be fine.
We, the three of us, as a group. What about Peter’s family members?
However, that story is for another day.
However, let’s just say that when they finally got to meet Amelia, they fell in love with her just as quickly as we did.
because love can’t tell the difference between colors because it only sees the heart in the end. What would you have done in that circumstance?
