nirvaan times two!

The rest of my life began with you! You arrived, white and wide eyed with a mix of calm and at-will tantrum that has stayed with you.  You are an old soul, that much was certain, even at four months old, you would have this far away knowing look in your eyes. And blink, you are all mischief! You came to this world loving and head strong. It’s your thing, it’s what makes you, you. It’s awesome!

You snuggle with me; your soft hand gently stroking my face. No one taught you this. You just knew it: how to be tender; how to make someone feel the warmth of your big heart. I adore you. I haven’t spent nearly as many sentences describing our lives with you as I did before you!

You have an understanding, which I have hardly seen in kids your age. An understanding of conversations and under currents too! And, you bask in being the centre of attention, I can see the pride with which you manage new things every day.

You are an athlete already. You love to throw and catch balls; you love to jump; you love to run. You’re at home in your little sturdy body: coordinated, agile, content. 

You are talking a lot now: long articulated sentences saying “thank you so much” every single time you receive something, saying “shonu baby” often. You can count to ten, and alphabets and animals name, in your sweet little voice, each word sounding like something uttered with marbles in your mouth: soft on the consonants. You love to dance and be a guy's guy ... jumping, falling, getting up with "mein gii gaya"

I want the present to last forever. I want you to be the way you are for as long as long. I want this sweetness to last. The way you give drooly kisses; the way you put your own boots on; the way you drink out of a glass all by yourself, casually with one hand, spilling when you feel like it. I want all of it to be indelible in my mind, but even as I write you grow, and I know that one day I’ll push back the hair from my face, look up from my keyboard and you’ll be 10. 

Happy birthday, my heart! I love you. I love you.

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