What is it about Birthdays, that makes our otherwise spinning-lives, stop for just a second? April 1st, bright and early, at no less than 5.30am — I woke up, too early to get up, too wide awake to fall back asleep — what is it about birthdays, that makes the time stop? If only for a second.

I still remember to the core, the first love I ever had…

I was talking to my grandmother yesterday, she said to me we all get “3-big-loves” — I always thought it was two, I've one down so far — being an artist-soul myself, my grandmother truly is an inspiration for me… lived in so many places, cities and countless loves, more than I can say for myself.

Waking up before my alarm this morning — I have a mirror opposite my bed, and all I could see was this huge white cloud and a little face at the top, as I lay bedded in layers of white cotton, in my white silk pajamas, I started to go over the past years in my mind — sort of an reflection, all the mistakes I’ve made, loves I’ve had, the cities I’ve lived in, the shoes I bought — and most importantly, the people who stays with us no matter what.

Are we the ones - to make our own dreams come true?

Beep! Beep! — my alarm just went off, one-two-cha-cha-cha, it’s time to get up — I’m having breakfast at the Ritz after all.

Written by: Rebecka Lonntorp Paris, France