The moment I realised my son was teaching me

Written from a quiet hotel in Copenhagen, this letter looks back on four years of love, growth, adventure and what it really means to grow up together.

Dear Leo,

This weekend, you turn four.

I’m writing to you from a quiet hotel in Copenhagen. I’m here for a few days of work with a brand that’s quietly been part of almost every adventure we’ve ever shared, you just don’t know it yet.
Every run with you tucked into the buggy, every bike ride when you sat behind me, every camping trip in the roof tent, every beach escape with the boards on top and our bags strapped down, that’s all Thule. And somehow, your dad has become one of their global ambassadors.

Tomorrow, I’ll be surrounded by people who live at the edge - big-wave surfers, heli-skiers, mountain bikers. I’m not sure what I’ll say when I meet them, but I’ll try to remember that looking vaguely Scandinavian might help me blend in. Maybe one day we’ll do a DNA test, trace our trail, and see where we really come from.