And Zyan marches ever so closer to an already year for us with him. Each day a joy because we see him smile, his silly laughter, the way he explores, examines, loves, kisses. and stands. Each thing he does a miracle even though to others it’s probably just normal. Impossible to believe how much joy he brings to the ones in his life. Each time a new family member or friend sees him, a light comes on their faces. And I cannot help just keep repeating Shukar. Shukar. Shukar.
I keep hearing that the times flies fast, and I now know what they mean. We are taking it in, letting him sleep on our chests, snuggling us, not realizing how he has already become a part of us, something that will remain forever. Each holiday already now a bit brighter because he is in them. And I just can feel my heart expand, and I look at her, and we share those moments together because finally, finally we are Papa and Mama.
Nothing can change that designation even though we have been blessed to also be uncle and aunt, mama, and bhua, and even phuparji, all those relationships prepared us for our 11 month old. As I type this, his laughter gurgles around the room. making these words fly out of me because I cannot wait to envelop him, and thank Waheguru for allowing this joy named Zyan.
