For Posterity
Thanks, Madhurima, for the great pic!
My son is an absolute joy.
He creates joy. And shares it. Maybe not on purpose (he’ll snatch a tea biscuit from my hands, even when he already has one in his other hand). But joy radiates out from him into the room.
OK, that’s a bit sappy. I am his Baba after all, and he my little “nom-ti-nom,” so I could be biased. But I don’t think so.
There are some things he’s doing now that I’m going to write down so I don’t forget them. Or rather, . . .
