24/04/2026
Two doors. Two names. Two little humans who changed everything.
Miathéo sits on one side of the street — named after my Matteo, 4 years old, who thinks I go to work “to draw kitchens.”
Noah Hem now sits right across — named after my Noah, 2 years old, who doesn’t even know yet.
And Mila, my newborn daughter her name is written into every wall I’ll ever build.
They don’t see the late nights. They don’t know about the stress, the risks, the moments I questioned everything. They just know Pappa comes home and picks them up and that Mamma was already there, holding everything together while I was gone.
Because that’s the thing no one talks about. Behind every door I open, there’s a woman at home who never closes hers. She carries just as much just quieter.
But one day they’ll walk past these doors and understand it was never just work. It was me and their mother saying to them, quietly, every single day:
*”I believed in you before you believed in yourself.”*
That’s what we do as parents. We bet everything on people who can’t even tie their shoes yet. And we’d do it again tomorrow.
If you’re a parent I am sure that you are building something for your kids I see you.
Drop “I believed in you before you believed in yourself” in the comments and write your child’s name. Let this be the place we say it out loud. 🤍
Noah Hem | Opening fall 2026.
