My 3rd child and I share a lot in common and one of those things is our birthday. He was born September 16th, 2002 ~ on my 30th birthday. Tonight when I was leaving for dinner with my hubby, I told Liam that I was going out for my birthday and he said, “but it’s my birthday too.” He should get to go too was what he was working at… He’s so precious. There’s quite a story to this little boy but in order to share it with you, allow me to go back 4 years and 10 months…In the fall of 2001 I was very happy with my “Millionaires”” family. We had our first-born male child and our wonderful little princess. I would thank God for our completed family. When I was growing up I always wanted a large family, at least 4 kids for sure but now I was inching closer to my 30th year in existence and having kids in my 30’s was not in my plan. We managed to cross off the “buy a house before 30” goal and actually by a lot… 5 months after we were married, one month after I turned 24 we bought our first home. A beautiful American Foursquare style home, built in 1919 with 9-foot ceilings, a country kitchen and original gumwood doors and baseboards with brass doorknobs. K, I’m really into historic architecture! Where was I going with this…. talk about a rabbit trail! Back to “my plans”.One day I was doing the math and calculating the amount of time before I turned 30 and was wondering about another child… the last child for sure, I wanted my family finished by then remember. I had a little conversation with God and if you’re at all not serious but ever talk to God this way… know that He hears you and will follow through! It kinda when like this, “God if I’m to have more children, I really want it before I turn 30. If that’s going to happen I need to get pregnant in the next 4 days, K? Thanks.” Wouldn’t you know it! That night I conceived. How do I know it was that night? It was the ONLY time my hubby and I “got together”. We found out we were going to have another baby while on a business trip returning home from Dallas, Texas. I was sitting on the floor of the airport (we had missed our flight home) and I was counting the days I was now late. I’m never late. I knew it instantly and started to laugh. I figured out the due date… September 14th, 2 days before I turned 30. (My doctor confirmed it later in the week.)So little Liam Alexander Paul was a little stubborn and arrived a little later than “planned”. I was ok with giving birth on my 30th birthday, it was actually kinda cool, I received all sorts of extra attention… which is fine my me… It was even funnier when I got home and found out my neighbour (and second mom) had been praying my entire pregnancy that I would go over my due date, making him come in my 30’s – totally demolishing “my plan” to have a finished family before I turned 30 – meaning I would forget “my plan” and have more babies. I love her! She was my rock all the years living next to her and I thank her for praying for me all those months… Now that’s the story of how he came about, if you read my blog you’ll know he’s a pure joy to everyone who meets him. He’s affectionately referred to as Mr. Silly in a few posts. He has a sense of humour that leaves you rolling on the floor. He says things that are beyond his years and from out of nowhere. He’s a cuddler and a kisser and he loves to tell me how much he loves me. His name means “unwavering protector” and he has lived up to it all ready. He’s a worshipper. He loves to dance and to sing and to pray. He’s my “Handsome man” and my “dude”. He has a smile that melts my heart. Happy birthday little man. Your Momma loves you!