A year later in a beautiful spring sunshine in Tuscany, Montalcino with its sweet hills and enchanting landscapes, among beautiful multi” coloured flowers, we celebrated the first birthday of our son Matteo Niccollo, he was a very naughty, restless boy who always wanted to get his own way.Nick with all the men in the family, he was spoiled, he was the one who ruled the house, the only one who gave him character was me, but he was very lazy, when I scolded him, he would throw himself on me hugging me and kissing me while he told me “I love you.During that year, many things had happened, but I could not deny that I had been a happy woman, I dedicated myself to painting, I made several exhibitions in different galleries, mainly in one that Nick had acquired. On the other hand, I had had my graduation ceremony two weeks before, and I was happy for that achievement.As for Nick, during that time he never gave up on my love, he was an exaggerator and did everything in a big way, he went t