For the last few weeks, I had taken to singing happy birthday to Nadi whenever we saw a candle around and then blowing it out and clapping…part of it was because of the simple excitement of the fact that he was turning one and part of it was because when the actual moment arrived, I wanted him to atleast enjoy it, if not know what it was all about.
Someone said (I think it was our very own hinammommy actually) that the first birthday is for the parents- and at the party as I looked around at people eating cake, ice cream, chatting, listening to Bare Necessities, my mind taking mental snapshots of the evening, I agreed. This one was for us. A small pat on the back. “Speeech” said my friend M jokingly, “You made it!”. Yes, we have made it to the one year mark. There were small bumps and blips- what’s life without them- but there was so much more excitement and anticipation that I have ever had in my life over a tooth, a word, a blade of grass, a biscuit, a sound, a cat, over me and k and every silly little wonderful detail that the world is made up of. Happy Birthday Nadi. May you have many, many more. *clap clap* And he clapped.