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From the time when he turned one.

My Dear Son, 
Happy Birthday! On the eve of your first birthday, I could write about the memories of this last year, the cesarean story, my tryst with breastfeeding and mastitis, the postpartum depression or about people's restlessness to put you in some bucket.But I can't, because I have something much more significant than any of that. 
You.  I can never forget the first glimpse of you and I think I will take it to my grave.  Your spirit.  There are days where I feel extremely low. On such days, I sit back and look at you and your father goofing around the home and my heart fills with joy.  The teacher in you.  Your father and I wrote a letter before you came to this world. When I look back, I think it was less of a letter to you and more of letter to the parents in us. Learning something from you has started there and is continuing.  Your laughter.  It lights up the place! You have no idea how much fun it is to hang around with you. And finally the way you sleep, like nobody's b…