With Peace and Dignity, With our Eternal Love

Beloved Raja!

April 30, 2002 - September 21, 2012

Rest in Peace  

Happy Birthday!!!

Three years old, my sweet son! Have you really grown so big? You have your own thoughts now, your own unique ideas, creative ways of viewing the world. You tell jokes, sing songs. Your tendency to tantrum fades as your ability to negotiate grows.

I love the way you climb into my bed while I'm brushing my teeth, then watch the door, waiting for me to come back and catch you stealing my Zzzzs. I love to way you squee with laughter when I tickle you under the chin. I love when I walk in the door after work, and you scream "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" and run to hug me. And I love that you'll wait for that hug until I've changed out of my germy clothes and washed my hands, saying "wait for it . . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . . " I love the way you pick up your toys, one by one, while I'm studying for my exam, and bring them to me, singing "This is for you, Mommy!" I love your belly laughs when I make the green beans play "don't eat me!!" I love they way you'll hear a whistle, plane go by, a car back fire, or a dog fart and then you ask me, "Mommy, did you hear something?" I love when you ask me, "Mommy can I call B-Ma on the phone? Sing ABCs?" I love that you think "party" is something to eat, that "birthdays" are what you blow out after singing, and I love that you insist we sing Happy Birthday once for each person in the room (and an extra verse for Grandma, too.)

I love being your Mommy. And I love you.