I remember this day so well, even though exactly 18 years have passed. It was raining, it was awful weather, but it didn’t matter because everything already revolved around him- Krzyś, who needed a moment to come into this world. (The photos below are placed in chronological order, from 2005 to 2023.)

We already knew more or less how he looked like thanks to the ultrasound. Tocha grimaced, his nose was big… And it has stayed that way to this day. We didn’t know what he would be like yet, but it was us, the adults, who shaped it into who he is today.

The child has become an adult. This day is also important for parents. I’m touched. I remember. But why did these years pass so quickly?

What was that time like? It was beautiful, with both brighter and darker moments but I will only carry good memories with me.

Today, Krzyś becomes Krzysztof. I wish you, my son, only unforgettable moments from now on. A wisdom that will allow you to overcome all threats, to avoid traps and go always straight. But remember- You will always be my little Krzyś.

On your birthday I am giving you my unconditional Love as an eternal gift asking only for eternal Friendship.
Your loving Father

A beautiful trip to the Dolomites with my son for skiing. Location, weather. Even though I had to focus on work in the first days, we managed to spend time together doing what I love, and Krzysiek does it just perfectly. And the son is basically an adult…

Chris is great at skiing probably because he learned it very early. And he was predisposed to it. Year 2009. How old was he then? Just over 3. A beautiful village in the Polish Tatra mountains, close to my heart, Bukowina Tatrzańska. Climate, views, and a few slopes, tiny in total. Today it is looked at with sentiment, but it is actually terribly rickety. For people familiar with the Alps – a joke, for us, in Poland, one of the legendary places. Why? A great place for small children, everything is easy to manage. Excellent instructors – Chris taught Wojtek – a person created for this, a great ski teacher. So it’s hardly surprising that my son quickly learned to ski, right there. It is worth adding here that I also learned to ski there as a teenager. The infrastructure in the 1980s was the same… But that’s another story, unfortunately I don’t have any photos from that time. I remember an old friend comment who also learned to ski there and is now a professional instructor. „Why Bukowina? To learn how to ride, you have to feel what the sweat, blood and tears are…” TRUE.

2010 and 2011, Bukowina again. Continuation. Better and better results … That’s why trips to slightly more ambitious routes in nearby towns, completely unknown to people from abroad. For example, Bialka Tatrzanska. One of the most popular ski resorts in Poland. EXPENSIVE!!! Good lifts, very short slopes, and crowds in the season. Well, unfortunately, we do not have the Alps in Poland.

And from 2012, the escapades began further. Trips to the Polish mountains, the so-called „men’s trips”, were a great breakthrough at the beginning of the season. But then there were the Carpathians, and Alps. Mostly, Where we haven’t been…? Slovakia – Chopok, Tatranska Lomnica, the Czech Republic – Cerna Hora, then – Austria – Schladming, Zell Am See, Kitzsteinhorn, Italy and Kronplatz, La Thuille, Via Lattea… Long list. There are beautiful memories and probably not the worst photo staff…

Last year, after the pandemic and all these horrors, there was a return to the high mountains. Hintertux, around. I was proud to watch my growing older son.

Recently, Chris stated in a diplomatic way that actually … skiing is not so passionate for him anymore. That’s why he would like to try snowboarding next season … Then he will be an adult. And he will go not with me, but with his friends … Or maybe, contrary to declarations, he will decide to go with his father?