Vasundara turned three today. She was born on this date, 20 minutes from the time I post this blog. These three years have been the most rewarding ones for me. I cannot imagine my life without Vasundara now. She is so much a part of me. My happiest moments are when she gives me an unexpected hug, or rolls over to my side of the bed in her sleep and plants a kiss on me, with eyes still closed, or when I see her outgrown last month's clothes, or when she picks up a new skill such as painting or coloring inside borders, or write an "A" all topsy turvy.
And these three years have also been unbelievably painful. When she burns a high fever in the middle of the night on the day Arunn is not home, or when she keeps falling down and bruising herself, or when she throws her tantrums, or when she cries out of frustration or pain, I feel pain like I have never felt before. But I am glad for the pain. I am glad for Vasundara.
Happy Birthday Vasundara.
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