Back in 2015 when we called Sweden home, I remember a quiet March morning, not long after her 1st birthday I brought her here.
To the river Klarälven. As it was luckily right on our doorstep.
She paddled her little tootsies in the water here for the first time and soaked up her new found little independence as a toddler.
Fast forward 3 years and watching her be back in the Klarälven, running alongside her little brother really was a moment for me. Something I dreamt of when being pregnant with Frank. And she loved it just as much as when she small like him.
The reality version was much better though.