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Happy Birthday Liam!

Where did the time go, Liam turns three today.  Three years ago to the second I was in the maternity ward at Unitas having Liam.  It feels like yesterday. . .

I told Liam this morning that he came knocking at our door three years ago with his little suitcase, we opened the door and let him in and it was the best day of our lives.  He of course commented that he vividly recalls the day, and that he was just small like Luka is now.  Geez, talk about imagination. 

Last night I started thinking back to my own childhood as Gerhard inflated the tyres on Liam's brand new set of wheels, he carried the bike upstairs and we threw a blanket over the bike.  I remember a birthday from my youth waking up and a bicycle is actually in your room, wow.

Well, when Liam woke up this morning, and ran to my room, and peeped under the blanket and gave a giggle like a schoolgirl, well, I knew we got the right gift.  The main difference with Liam's bike and the bike I recall, my parents did not get me a helmet.  I want to preserve Liam's clever brain at all costs, my parents probably thought there was not much preserving to be done...

Liam also had the spiderman party yesterday with his little friends and he loved it, opening all those special prezzies was also LOTS and LOTS of fun.

Liam, happy birthday my big boy, mommy loves you lots and lots like jelly tots, don't grow up so fast, stay small and cute, do not turn into a teenager, cuddle with mommy in the mornings while daddy gets the milo...always be as happy as you are now, squeal when you are happy, cry when you are sad, think everyone to be a friend and be ok with calling strange kids in the park "maatjie".  I hope that every day will be as happy as today is and I know that we still have loads of adventure ahead of us - and always be as creative as you are now, telling mommy that you have 5 imaginary friends who all need party packs too ok.

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