That House

Noak was born at 02.47
on Fathers- day
(nov- ember 13th three years ago)

It was close that he got up of bed too early in the morning. We made him stay a little longer as I got the birthday tray (prepared the night before) and Hans got the guitarr. We sung and he enjoyed. A candle. Two little gifts. A little, little cup of orangejuice. Then we all went out in the kitchen. "OH, HOW BEAUTIFUL!" he shouted. Flowers and baloons for our little prince. And he said happily; "I am three years old now - I made it!"

In his kindergaren they know how to celebrate in the most beautiful way. He brought the birthday-basket with him home with a little cat, stiched by his teacher Osanna. Roses. Some sweet bread good for tea. etc... all wrapped in silcpaper in colornuances choosen with great care.

On the way home Hans and Noak picked up grandma at the railroadstation in Sundbyberg. The party was at six. Uncle Göran. Old, dear Elisabeth (neighbour). We sat down at the carpet. Sung AGAIN. Unwrapped gifts. Then cake with three orange little candles.

Then the day was over :-)