Happy birthday, B – you are 22 today. Your brother and I took you out for a walk on Sunday to one of your favourite places, the ruined Paterskerk in Tienen (named appropriately enough for Father’s Day).
You love the weird geometry of the church walls, and you enjoyed the sunshine and our company. As usual, it wasn’t easy to catch your smile, but I managed it a couple of times.
We can’t do much for you, but we do what we can, and we are lucky to live in a country that makes it possible for you to live somewhere you are cared for, and for us to get on with our lives, knowing that you are safe and happy.