One sweet moment happened last night. As I, Jana, was tucking Liam into bed, I started crying (which I do a lot of late). He touched my face, asking why I was crying. "It is the last time that I will tuck you into bed as a 3-year-old, sweatheart" I explained. He put one hand on arm, with the other he patted my back and he just looked into my eyes with such compassion. A moment I will never forget.
Amazingly, the night before Liam's birthday, the four of us were able to turn out the lights in the living room and watch a thick, snow fall. Then on the big day, we all went out side to play!
Robert rolled a few large balls of snow all the way from the back yard, while the birthday boy and I made baby snowmen.
Duncan was content with licking snow and ice off of the driveway.
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