Good evening, son,<\/p>\n\n
\n It’s 9:20 PM and I’m in your room, in our house in Barrinha.<\/strong>\n <\/p>\n\n It feels strange to be here without you and your mom.<\/p>\n\n I arrived tonight to bring a first batch of our things and get organized. <\/p>\n\n The house is quiet. There’s no noise from city traffic. <\/p>\n\n Yesterday on the road I saw some beautiful landscapes. I had forgotten how beautiful it was outside… <\/p>\n\n Your mom has already organized a lot of things here from a distance. The house hasn’t stayed lifeless. <\/p>\n\n In a week you should be here, with your mom, and the house will officially come back to life.<\/p>\n\n There’s still a bit of work left. Quite a bit of cleaning, organizing, putting things back in place. <\/p>\n\n Nothing impossible, but I look around me and try to imagine how everything will be when you’re here. Your bed, your toys, your little noises in the house. <\/p>\n\n It’s strange because I don’t feel totally at home. I’m a bit lost. <\/p>\n\n \n Tomorrow you’ll be 11 months old.<\/strong>\n <\/p>\n\n And for the first time since you left the hospital, I won’t be there when you wake up in the morning. It feels really strange to me. <\/p>\n\n I only left a few hours ago but I miss you already.<\/p>\n\n I’ve gotten used to seeing you every day.<\/p>\n\n Your little hug before bed.<\/p>\n\n And then seeing you in the morning when you open your eyes.<\/p>\n\n Now I’m in the house, and I’m all alone.<\/p>\n\n And it makes me realize how much your presence fills everything.<\/p>\n\n But at the same time I feel like we might be achieving something important.<\/p>\n\n \n We’re going to try to stay here for 30 days. A test. <\/strong>\n <\/p>\n\n To see if your body adapts well to the house, to the air here, to the rhythm here.<\/p>\n\n It’s a lot of work for a test, it’s true.<\/p>\n\n But if it works, I think our life will be better.<\/p>\n\n I think your mom will be more at peace here.<\/p>\n\n I think you might breathe better.<\/p>\n\n And I think the three of us can finally live a bit more normally.<\/p>\n\n I’ll admit I’m a bit scared. The house is a bit damp. It’s the rainy season here. <\/p>\n\n And with you I’ve learned that nothing is ever completely certain.<\/p>\n\n I also try to remember everything we’ve already been through.<\/p>\n\n And when I think about that, I tell myself we’re capable of a lot.<\/p>\n\n By leaving the city, there are also fewer viruses, fewer people, less pollution.<\/p>\n\n Maybe your little body will have a bit more peace here.<\/p>\n\n I would so love for this to be the right place for you.<\/p>\n\n I love you, my little potato.<\/p>\n\n Happy month-iversary (probably the first one without your dad if I can’t make it back by tonight)<\/p>\n\n Dad<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Good evening, son, It’s 9:20 PM and I’m in your room, in our house in Barrinha. It feels strange to be here without you and your mom. I arrived tonight to bring a first batch of our things and get organized. The house is quiet. There’s no noise from city traffic. 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