It is now exactly 14 years, 10 months, 27 days, 19 hours and 15 minutes since I first found out I was about to become a father. You might want to reload this page in a while to see the time go by.

And it trully goes by quite fast. The whole of Autumn and Winter passed like a few weeks, abandonning us at the brim of Spring that brought him who is known as ‘Oliver’. Another counter has been initiated then (that is featured elsewhere on this page).

What keeps recurring is a feeling that there are notions to fulfil, roles to play. Fathership. Reverence and staidness. It somehow doesn’t set with the fact of the Little Man, who confines his life to sucking and soiling. And making those funny faces of course. And smiling, since those first days of his.

Smiling just might be the link.