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Dearest Z and S,
This post is for you and
about you, about how blessed we are to be your grandparents. We love you loads!
Seven and four are mighty
ages, dear little ones. We still remember the first time we saw you in a little
covered baby carriage, chubby - cheeked and so tiny.
Z, you came first, beautiful
little baby, holding our hearts in your rose-petal hands with pink- tipped
shell-like nails. We watched you grow, day by day, month by month and year by
year. You were the apple of our eye, with long hair flying around, as you
toddled your way into homes and malls, talking for all you were worth. We saw
you grow into a little person in your own right, gentle yet forthright,
absolutely transparent.
Today, at seven, you still
hold our hearts in your little hands. You turn into Elsa and Red Riding Hood,
draw and sing like an angel, read with enjoyment and do everything you want,
which makes our hearts swell with joy.
S, what do I say about you?
You remind us of Huckleberry Finn and the Hulk (the tiniest version possible)
as you stride across life like a boss baby! Your smile endears, your words
enthrall, and your antics amuse till a point when they need to be curbed. But
you too hold our hearts in your hands, a determined little soul who knows how
to charm a bird off a bough. Like your Nana says all the time, "Tu teen
saal ka hai?" ("Are you only three?") every time you say
something original, identify a song by the opening bars along with your sister,
or work all the electronic devices in the house like a pro.
Today, as you stand in the
verge of turning four, you are a little tornado, a bundle of tricks and a
survivor, and we love you for your personality which screams 'Rockstar'.
This is a little note to
tell you both how much you mean to us, and to all those who know you. As you
grow, day by day, we see little traits in you which are distinctly yours, and
others in which we see your parents in you. Time seems to be flying and soon
you will both be frisky teenagers, and then, responsible adults with a mind of
your own. May this process be one filled with joy and fulfillment, one in which
you grow as naturally as saplings into trees.
Abraham Lincoln was the 16th
President of the United States. Here is the copy of a letter that he wrote to
his son's teacher. Every word rings with conviction. What he has said in his
missive is what we wish for both of you, darling Z and S.
We will always love you and
be immensely proud of you! God bless!
Nana and Mooma
Photo Credits: Studocu
This post is a part of #BlogchatterA2Z2023.
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