For him and her - the true loves of my life. 

Here I am... the happiest unhappy woman i know.

I am 34, married and ordinarily beautiful. I just arrived in the happiest moment of my life. I finally am a mother of a long-awaited baby girl and this should be the most beautiful story of my life...

I met my husband when i was 19. It was the coldest time of the year and I traveled far to spend my winter vacation in the mountains. I decided to stay in an old wooden house that a friend's uncle was renting out to tourists. 

The house was hidden inbetween trees and all types of bushes. All paths to the house were buried under three feet of fluffy white snow. The snow was up to my waist but I fought my way through it pulling first one leg out and then the other until i got to the house where i was already expected by my friend's uncle.

He didn't seem to be a talkative person or maybe he wasn't interested in talking to me. We exchanged only a couple of words and stepped inside. There we were standing in the heart of the house. To the right a beatiful old stone fireplace. The uncle's room was right next to it. This room did not have a door. Only a worn heavy burgundy curtain separated the uncle's room from the common entry area with fireplace. We climbed up the stairs to the upper level where a small kitchen, two rooms and a small bathroom were located.

The house looked unfinished and smelled like a thousand years, but it had its own special charm. It was small and even though luxury items like a standard modern flush toilet and a central heating system were not part of its furnishing and rustic design, it was cozy. 

Silently I was ushered to an old sleeping sofa that was standing in one of the rooms. I noticed backpacks and matts on the floor and quickly understood that I would be sharing this room with others. I was bugged but weirdly didn't mind the lack of comfort because there was that indescribably beautiful and magic feeling that hung in the air.

No other person was there. The uncle left to finish up his work and i was left by myself. I dropped my backpack in a corner next to my bed, took my newly acquired snowboard and left the house. After a few hours in the cold every inch of my tiny body was frozen. My hair, eyebrows and eyelashes turned into long and heavy strands. My whole face was burning as if someone slapped it from the left and from the right over and over again. 

Frozen and exhausted I arrived at the house. It was dark but from the distance I could see the uncle with a shovel clearing snow from the paths. This time I would start a conversation. This time I would try to get to know this old skinny man with a beard, after all he was my host and I would be seeing him every day for the next four days. I would ask him about his day and how long it took to clear the snow from the pathways. I would tell him about my day and that i couldn't find snowboard boots that would fit. And if all that didn't help, i would ask about that black goat that was skulking around the house. I saw that goat throug the window that was next to my bed...

If someone likes my story, I Will continued writing.