This past weekend was a celebration for Zyan turning 2 years old (which I still find hard to believe), and if my wife had her way we would celebrate him for the whole month, and for good reason. This little boy has brought so much joy, happiness and gratitude into not just our lives, but our entire family, and our loved congregation of friends, colleagues and acquaintances. He even has me talking in cliches because I truly cannot explain what comes in our mornings where we play, and babble at each other, and then seeing his personality comes through as he learns to communicate (forcefully) whats his needs are,
Each moment still holds a special sparkle, and I cannot help not be able to relate to those who warn me about the terrible 2s because I just find him so darn adorable which makes me the softie parent and unfair to my wife who bears the brunt of his rapid emotional changes. Yet even she cannot help looking at him in amazement because he makes us whole. We cannot hide our joy when we see him interact with the grandparents, his uncles, aunts, cousins, and then others. He’s our own special holiday rom com movie that we just had to give him multiple events to which everyone not only gladly showed up, but spent many hours supporting us in creating moments that will last us a long time.
It’s a good sign when there are far too many names to list in thanking for helping us show Zyan how truly loved he is by all, and how he makes our lives so much better. Happy Birthday again Zyan. Papa (and Mama) love you!
