Six years ago this time, the husband and I were waiting in stressed and weary state, in the hospital in Rotterdam to be induced.
When Son#2 was finally born, it was love at first sight.
Pure love.
It was a dream birth in all respects except for a helluvalot of blood loss, but never mind that.
The husband mentioned terms like 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'.
Oh well.
We started the morning with cake for breakfast, then gifts, and finally getting dressed in a hurry and rushing off to school.
Son#2 immediately sat down on the birthday chair in class, and donned a ginormous crocodile hat.
Hopefully he'll take it home again so I can take a picture.
Like the husband said, tomorrow the Big Countdown to his next birthday will begin.
Happy happy, Bunny.
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