How can you read this and not want children? How? And as the boyfriend put it a long time ago, how can you love people if you don’t love children? I really think that when he said this was when I decided I would probably stay with him for a very long time…

The title of the post, by the way, comes from an in-joke. On the night before Easter, me, my brother and the boyfriend had driven to a small village vaguely near Thessaloniki with the intention of going to church there as it would be prettier, and more quiet. Well, it was quite pretty indeed, but as for it being quiet… half the town of Thessaloniki had had the same idea as us apparently. We couldn’t even get near the church. So we decided to sit down at a cafe-bar thingie and have some icecream. Apparently we weren’t the first ones to have this idea either cause we took ages to get served… but that’s beside the point. From where we were sitting (in the street, in fact) we could see people as they were heading towards the church, which meant me and the boyfriend got to aaaah and ooooh at every cute, all-dressed-up kiddie that went by. There were a lot going by so eventually my brother asked:

“Do you… er… plan on having one of… er… these?”

It still makes me laugh. I informed him that we were going to have at least three at which point my brother gave me his nice my-sister-is-nuts look, whereupon the boyfriend kindly added: “And they will all want to visit their uncle a lot.”

I might not say it often but I have to admit: this boy rules.