Once Upon A Time in Dublin…

I met the love of my life. The man who has stood right by me through thick and thin, no matter what. It wasn’t love at first sight, it kind of grew with time. He has even admitted to thinking I was a stuck up girl from Stockholm the first time he met me. He was the calm after many storms, a man whom I didn’t need to “fix” or who came with emotional luggage. He was exactly what I needed. He makes me calm when I’m nervous, happy when I’m sad and he plants my feet firmly on the ground when I’m up in the air flying high. He is my rock.We’ve been through a lot these last 10 years my love. Many trips, several (fifth coming up) countries lived in, a daughter and many challanges in between. But with you by my side, I can do anything.

But the thing that amazes me the most is that throughout these years I’ve had my work. I’ve had “my safe place”. You on the other hand have faced the difficulty to adjust to every day living in countries with more or less challenges. In Hanoi you basically raised our daughter from the age of 4 months to 2 years while I was working. In Budapest you helped Selma to adjust into Kindergarden life before finding a job for yourself as well as a football club.

In Kyiv you’ve been “The Marathon Man” whose achievements has stunned us all. All while rocking the Parent Teacher Association (PTA) at Selma’s school to the delight of many of the moms involved. To be honest, I’ve been the “invisible” spouse in Kyiv. 😊In my eyes you are the ultimate partner, involved, engaged and comitted. Furthermore, you’re an amazing dad to our daughter. 

So thank you for these 10 years my love. ❤️ For the adventures, for the love, for our beautiful daughter and for your amazing support. I love you to the moon and back. 

N. 

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