My dad celebrated his 77th birthday in Berlin yesterday.

The clan was here. For Liv. For him. For us.

We went to my usual coffee place to celebrate. I had to breastfeed Liv, so went to sit in a quiet corner — all the while watching them laugh, hug, play and talk.

Happiness.

True, pure, above us only sky happiness.

I have never felt more blessed or proud to be part of this family.

Tattooed on my mind. Til death do us part.