
My youngest son Brecht turned 11 today! I remember his birth like it was yesterday and so does probably the whole neighbourhood in Amsterdam where we lived back then (it was a short and loud delivery, ha, ha!).
Of course, like in all dutch households, this morning the living was decorated with paper buntings. The birthday flower candles are waiting to be put on the cake. Those candles are amazing, when you light them, the lotus flower pops open, starts 'singing' and never stops until you smash it in the garden and crush it with you feet!
I took Brecht shopping in the 'big city' after school yesterday. We bought a pair of cool sneakers, a pair of dance shoes for his MJ-lessons, a horrible world-cup-referee Björn Borg boxer short and we went out for a lovely Italian dinner. After that we stumbled into a festival pop concert, he held my hand all the time and I just felt so proud and happy...
In the meantime Peter did a make-over in his room. Painted the walls, made a long worktable with two worklamps, he hang up the new curtains, decorated the room with a new carpet, new duvet cover and a mirror (to check his MJ-moves), in fact he changed the whole setting. Imagine Brecht's face when we came home...