The path to Atilla took us on a winding camino through Canada. Laci and I talked a lot about the Atilla of our imaginations and wondered when two would become three.
We summoned the auroras, made our wish,...
...and what we imagined came to us.
Waiting for baba seemed like an eternity. Then, ten days early, as if to heed the impatient tapping of mummy's toes, little Ati became his own.
And then there were three.
