– My 4-year old and I sit in the balcony in the early morning, watching the clouds make patterns in the sky, the little birds hopping around flowers, squirrels wandering over the walls…

– My 4-year old fell from the bed one night, and I pulled him back, only to hear a low chuckle and a sweet little voice saying with an impish twinkle in his eyes, “Taale veenu!” (I fell down)…

– Watching my parents narrate stories from my childhood to my son, their eyes full of love, the way mine fills with when I speak about my son…