Recently I was watching an episode of a tv-series about the maternity ward where Neeltje has been born, when all of a sudden I saw the doctor appear, that was called out of his bed in the middle of the night for us. Seven years ago. Already. Memories. That sweet little one was ecstatic about her presents in the morning, nervous for celebrating her birthday in school and elated at her India party in the afternoon. Dressed up in Indian dresses (refashioned baroness skirts) and vests the girls and boys ate fries, tied & dyed, did a quest, coloured rangoli's and danced on Bollywood music. What a day!

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