Month: August 2023

This past weekend I got a chance to finally try my hand at Golf (ok for the third time ever), and the only I could manage to reduce my score was to take shots (one stroke off) or drink beer (half a stroke for each). I needed as much help as possible considering I missed the ball on my first try most of the time or manage to almost hit my teammates twice! Meanwhile my Zyan celebrated his first Raksha Badhan with his 7 sisters, and a part of my felt left out and jealous, but I also felt immense gratitude to my wife graciously agreeing to take him there while I did this boys thing.

The crazy part is that these are my old friends from my old Crossfit gym, and its become crystal clear to me that they will be in my life for a long time to come. Who knew that in so much pain, a deep friendship can grow just from miserable shared experiences of picking up heavy weights or doing cardio that makes you want to throw up?

The weekend provided me a moment to talk shit, act silly, laugh at dumb jokes and be glad to share drinks with crazy guys who I am proud to call great friends. It makes it even better that my wife sees in them what I do, good hearted people who truly care for their friends, and also love to hang out with each other.

Coming home exhausted, and swearing I am never going to golf again (until next time), I also could not help feeling grateful to my wife for ensuring I could have days like this, who did it all without without complaint, who makes taking care of Zyan look easy, and I felt full of love for these moments around me.

Happy Monday!

9 months of mornings with you, of sharing smiles with you, of watching you fill my wife’s heart with your stare, warmth and look of love, of hearing you coo, babble, play with the pacifier, put yourself to bed, demand f our attention, and watch you play incessantly with a plastic water bottle as if it were the best toy in the world, of walking you in the stroller and watching you take it all, looking at all that came into sight.

9 months of sheer joy, of rubbing out eyes wondering if this is a glorious dream we are going to wake up from, dreading sometimes that you are too good to be true, that what did we do to deserve such a happy soul, one who is content to be passed around, one who give out ready smiles to anyone who smiles at him, one who has already stolen so many hearts and has already had thousands of pictures taken of himself by besotted family and friends.

It’s hard to imagine that we are counting months and what will happen when we get to years, but I do know our love for you will only grow (which is hard to imagine since we are obsessed with you already), and our desire to protect you, to teach you, to take you places will mean growth not just for you but for us as a family. And we cant wait for this adventure called you Zyan, our son.

Mama and Papa love you.

This past weekend we got to hang out with 2 different sets of friends who are near and dear to our heart. The kind that you pick up where you left off, but wonder why it took so long to get together, the ones you text I miss you when we haven’t heard from them in a few weeks. I am truly blessed to know that both my wife and I have managed to forge bonds with each other’s close friends almost seamlessly.

The warm feelings are reciprocated in a way that can be humbling. From amazing home made meals to out of this world catered home event that make me want to pinch myself to ensure that I truly am experiencing amazing hosts who just happen to be at one point only friends with one of us. This weekend allowed us to spend quality with them and have them also experience Zyan for. a bit longer. The joy Zyan brings into others lives makes me a proud father even though I don’t think I can take credit for such an angelic boy already.

?his ready smile and willingness to go to everyone and smile at them just makes my heat grow a bit bigger. When i/ glance at my wife, I know she feels the same way. We want our son to experience our best relationships, and to know that it’s not just us who will love him fearlessly and relentlessly. He has a whole clan of family and friends who will ensure he never will be alone.

A fully satisfying weekend that replenished the heart, soul and of course the stomach along with sweet memories to save for bitter days when one an feel lost or hopeless. Thank you, t/hank you, t/hank You, Raj And Hillary, Megha and Bobby!