Let me begin with a sad story

Dear Joris,

Let me begin with a sad story: Three weeks before you were born, your paternal grandfather died. We (Oma Pien, me, Cas, your parents and others) were so very, very sad. Then you were born, and that was such a very happy event. So, between tears from crying and from being happy, you started your life.

A few years later, I moved to Australia, and I haven't seen much of you. But these photos I remember very well. You were cute, cheeky, sweet and happy. I bet you're still all of that, and more!

Happy birthday Joris, and I hope we'll meet again (with Brooke and Juno!) after all this C-19 stuff has been overwon!

With a big hug,

Helna