BEING THE SECOND BEST.
Being the second best in life can sometimes become a blessing. A month ago there was a job and almost they selected Ini. If they had, this blog would not be here. Ini’s hands would not be typing these words. Her mouth would not be drinking wine. There would not be Supermama in the living room. No discussion today at an unusually deep level. In the afternoon, when everybody usually is busy at work, they were just talking. There would have not been decorating done in Espoo. One small girl would have not received a room full of princesses. Loads of chairs would still be looking for a purpose. There would be sleep at this moment and getting up at 6 AM tomorrow to hit the traffic.