Nine years ago I met my baby boy. On one of those days where the usual ceases to be important and you have absolute clarity over what matters most. Today I wished I could go back and experience our first evening together just one more time, on a stormy Oslo evening where the rain poured down outside, but we were cosy inside, getting to know each other, mother and son. It seems like yesterday, but when I think of all we have done I realise that time has indeed passed as it should. I snuggled with my boy as he went to sleep for the first time as a nine year old, mindful that these are precious moments that pass by too quickly.