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Priyank: Papa, Porter, Planner & Professional Baby Handler

Dear Monkey Boy,

There are some stories about a trip that don’t make it into the photographs.

The beautiful mountains are photographed.
The castles are photographed.
The lakes are photographed.
The happy baby is photographed.

But somewhere behind every one of those pictures was Papa, quietly making sure everything happened.

And the Swiss trip in particular deserves a little story of its own. Because while Mumma was busy making sure you had your food, your clothes, your things and everything a baby could possibly need for nine days in another country, Pappa was the person making sure the entire trip actually worked. He handled this trip like an absolute pro.

From the very beginning, Pappa took charge of the planning—working out the itinerary, figuring out where we would go, applying for visas, booking our Airbnbs, sorting out tickets and making sure all the little pieces of our Swiss adventure came together. And then came the less glamorous part: packing and lugging all that luggage.

And there was a LOT of luggage. Because apparently travelling internationally with a baby requires taking half the house along. Pappa carried it all. Suitcases, baby things, bags, stroller, everything that needed carrying—and probably a few things that Mumma had packed with a very confident “we might need this.”

And while all of this was happening, Pappa wasn’t just managing the trip. He was managing you too.

He helped with your meals, your naps, your outings and your countless little needs throughout the day. He became an expert at handling you on the go, figuring out when you were sleepy, when you wanted to be carried and when you were simply ready to get down and explore.

He gave you your baths.

He got you ready.

He carried you.

He entertained you.

He took you around.

He handled your naps while we were out.

And whenever you decided that sleeping on Mumma, Pappa, the carrier or the stroller was perfectly acceptable, he happily went along with the plan.

There were no complaints.

Just a very capable papa quietly doing papa things.

And somewhere in between figuring out Swiss trains, navigating new places, carrying luggage and keeping up with a nine-month-old explorer, Pappa was also taking care of Mumma.

Making sure Mumma had eaten.

Making sure Mumma got a break.

Helping with you whenever she needed it.

Sharing the load without being asked.

And making sure that Mumma wasn’t spending the entire holiday worrying about everything. That might not sound like a grand romantic gesture. But it is. Because sometimes being the best husband isn’t about grand gestures.

Sometimes it’s carrying the bags when your wife is carrying the baby.

Sometimes it’s taking the baby so she can eat.

Sometimes it’s handling bath time.

Sometimes it’s taking over nap duty.

Sometimes it’s figuring out the next train while she is busy feeding the baby.

Sometimes it’s simply noticing that she needs help before she has to ask.

And Pappa did all of it.

He didn’t just travel with us.

He travelled for us.

He made sure Mumma could enjoy watching you experience your first international adventure instead of worrying about every logistical detail behind it.

And perhaps the sweetest part was watching you two together. You were completely comfortable with Pappa. Whether he was carrying you through a Swiss town, helping you nap on the go, giving you a bath after a long day or simply being your entertainment between destinations, you were happy to be with him.

And Pappa was equally happy to be wherever you were. Of course, he still had to deal with your enormous feelings and those ridiculously shrill squeals of excitement. But somehow, he seemed to enjoy those too.

This trip showed Mumma something she already knew but perhaps appreciated even more after becoming a mother:

Papa is not just an amazing husband. He is an incredible papa. The kind who doesn’t wait to be told what needs to be done. The kind who carries the heavy things without making a fuss. The kind who gets involved in every part of raising you. The kind who makes sure his wife is okay while making sure his son is okay. The kind who can plan an entire international holiday and then happily spend the next moment giving his nine-month-old a bath. The kind who makes the overwhelming parts feel manageable.And the kind who somehow makes you feel like you’re doing this whole parenting thing together—not alone.

So, Sharva, when you read this years from now, you may remember Switzerland as the trip where you saw mountains, castles, lakes and playgrounds. But Mumma hopes you also remember this:

You had a Pappa who was right there beside you through all of it.

He carried you.

He carried the luggage.

He carried the responsibility.

He carried the itinerary.

And, in a hundred little ways, he carried us.

Your first international adventure may have had Switzerland as its backdrop, but behind the scenes was one very proud papa making sure his little family had the best possible time.

And to my husband—

Thank you for being the person who makes the big things possible and the difficult things feel easy.

Thank you for being such a hands-on papa.

Thank you for taking care of Sharva.

Thank you for taking care of me.

Thank you for carrying far more than just our luggage.

And thank you for making this trip one that Mumma and Sharva will remember for a very, very long time.

You were the planner, porter, navigator, baby-handler, bath-time assistant, nap-duty champion, luggage mule, travel partner, husband and papa—all rolled into one.

And you did every single role like a pro.

Sharva is one lucky little boy.

And I am one lucky wife.

We love you, Papa. ❤️

Love,
Mumma & Sharva

The official Nap-in-charge 😎

Flights, Trains, Buses, Trams or Gondolas Papa had things to show you! 🧑‍🧒

The best Naps were always on Papa, No Stroller or Carrier could match those 😴

Soaring High with Papa 🥰

Papa made sure you saw everything that was new for you! 😍

Everytime we clicked your picture, Papa made sure you dont fall! 💪🏻

The stroller was strolled #nocomplaints 🥹

The Luggage was Lugged #nocomplaints 🥹

The museums were experienced with you in arms #nocomplaints 🥹

The castles were explored with you on him #nocomplaints 🥹

Statues were touched 🧑🏻‍🦱

Fountains were played in ⛲️

Playgrounds and Toy Trains with you , for you 🥰

Unlimited fun, laughter and travels 👨🏻👦🏻

October 6, 2026
Postcard for Sharva from Switzerland 🇨🇭

Dear Shaviiiiiiiiiii,

You were just nine months old when you went on your very first international adventure, and what an adventure it was! Mumma, Pappa and you packed our bags, boarded your very first flight and set off for Switzerland. We had no idea what to expect from travelling internationally with a baby, but you surprised us in the most wonderful way possible—you were an absolute angel throughout the entire trip.

Right from your very first flight, you handled everything like a little pro. You slept when you were sleepy, whether that meant curling up on Mumma, snuggling with Pappa, sleeping in the carrier or peacefully napping in your stroller. You never seemed to care where your bed happened to be that day! And somehow, despite all the excitement and all the travelling, you slept through the night every single day. Even our flight back home, with all its delays, couldn’t disturb your champion traveller status—you simply slept through it all!

We had carried your familiar home-cooked meals with us, and you happily ate your food wherever we happened to be. But being the curious little foodie that you are, you also wanted to know what Mumma and Pappa were eating. You tried a little bit of everything from our plates, discovering new tastes along the way. And then there were the fruits! You absolutely fell in love with the berries in Switzerland. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries—you were happy to eat them all, and your love for fruit meant we hardly needed any of those random “nonsense snacks” people insist you need when travelling with a baby. You had your meals, your water, your fruits and your giant appetite for adventure, and you were perfectly happy.

And adventure there certainly was. Every place we visited seemed to become a little more special because you were there. Bern, Gurten, Thun, Wengen, Oberhofen, Montreux, Gruyères, Broc, Corsier-sur-Vevey—every single place gave us another memory to tuck away forever. You looked at the mountains, lakes and castles with those wide, curious eyes, completely awestruck by the beauty around you. We would stop to admire a view, and there you would be, quietly taking it all in before suddenly breaking into the biggest smile or one of your wonderfully shrill little squeals.

Bern gave you your very first playground abroad, at Rosengarten. And naturally, you had to try everything—the swings, the slides and every little bit of the playground that caught your attention. Watching you experience your first Swiss playground was one of those simple moments that somehow became a huge memory for Mumma and Pappa.

And you quickly established a rule for the trip: if there was a playground, you were going to play on it. If there was a garden, you explored it. If there was a sandpit, you were in it. Your first proper sandpit adventure in Oberhofen was especially memorable, and watching you discover the sand, gardens and open spaces made us realise that it didn’t take much to make you happy. A little space to explore, something new to touch and your Mumma and Pappa nearby were enough.

You became a little people magnet everywhere we went. Strangers smiled at you, waved at you and stopped to admire you. And, much to our amusement, you were constantly mistaken for a baby girl! Maybe it was your curls, maybe your cheeks, maybe those beautiful expressive eyes—or maybe you were simply too handsome. Every outfit Mumma dressed you in somehow made you look even more handsome, and we couldn’t resist taking approximately a million pictures of you in every possible Swiss backdrop.

You also became a complete public-transport professional. Trains, buses, cable cars and everything in between—you handled them all like you had been travelling through Switzerland your entire life. Sometimes you watched the world go by through the window, sometimes you happily interacted with everyone around you, and sometimes you simply decided it was time for a nap. Mumma and Pappa were busy figuring out tickets, platforms and routes while you calmly went about your very important business of being a nine-month-old traveller.

And somehow, every restaurant and café visit became fun with you too. You sat with us, watched everyone around you, enjoyed your food and brought your own little energy to every meal. You made even an ordinary coffee stop feel like a memory worth keeping. We loved taking you everywhere with us because you never made us feel like we had to stop living our holiday just because we had a baby. Instead, you simply became part of everything we did.

From the beautiful streets of Bern to the mountains of Wengen, from the peaceful views of Thun and Oberhofen to the charm of Montreux, from the cheese-filled world of Gruyères and chocolate heaven of Broc to the laughter and fun at Chaplin’s World, every destination had something different to offer—and you loved experiencing all of it in your own little way. You saw castles, lakes, mountains, gardens, playgrounds and some of the most beautiful scenery we had ever seen, and while we don’t know how much you’ll remember of Switzerland when you’re older, Mumma and Pappa know that we will remember your expressions forever.

Montreux gave us another reason to celebrate you. At the beautiful Quais de Montreux garden, we had a little birthday photoshoot to mark you turning 10 months old. We put up a “Happy Birthday” garland, put a tiny party cap on your head and brought out Ladurée macarons for the occasion. There you were, celebrating your 10-month milestone in Switzerland, looking like the star of your own little birthday party. Of course, you were far more interested in being your happy, curious self than in posing perfectly for Mumma and Pappa—but those pictures are all the more precious because of it.

We will remember the way you smiled when you saw something new. We will remember your excitement, your curiosity and those incredibly shrill squeals that announced your happiness to everyone within hearing distance. We will remember you napping peacefully while the world went on around you, waking up ready for the next adventure, and then ending the day by sleeping peacefully through the night.

We went to Switzerland to give you your first international experience, but somewhere along the way, you gave us something much bigger. You made us experience the trip differently. We noticed the little things because you noticed them. We stopped at playgrounds we might otherwise have walked past. We spent more time in gardens. We explored sandpits. We smiled at strangers who stopped to admire you. We slowed down for your naps and celebrated your meals. We watched you look at mountains and lakes as if the whole world had just been created for you to discover. And perhaps that is what made this trip so incredibly special.

It wasn’t just our first international holiday with you. It was the first time we watched our little boy discover a completely new part of the world. You were happy, curious, fearless, playful, well-fed, well-rested and wonderfully, completely you. You made every place brighter, every journey more fun and every memory a little sweeter.

So, Sharva, when you read this years from now, remember this: at just nine months old, you flew across the world, conquered Swiss public transport, explored every playground and sandpit you could find, charmed half of Switzerland, tried new foods, became everyone’s favourite little people magnet, slept through the nights, slept through flight delays and spent your waking hours smiling your enormous smile and letting out your signature shrieks of joy.

Your first international adventure was Switzerland. And you, our little traveller, were the very best part of it. Here’s to Switzerland, your first passport adventure, and to a lifetime of places still waiting for you to explore. ❤️🇨🇭

Love,
Mumma & Pappa

(24 September – 4 October 2026)

First Flight and look at the grin 😎

Day 1 at Bern and you decided to nap for our first Family Photo of the trip! 🙈

Playtime at Rosengarten! 🛝

Every Fountain needs to be Touched! 😎

Gurten Park Playground: where fun was had 😅

Making new friends everywhere! 👯

First French Fry 🤤

Snacks on the go are a must 🍓🫐

Wengen: The place may be beautiful but Nap is Non-Negotiable😴

Family photo at Lauterbrunnen ✨

Oberhofen Sandpit: where fun was had and clothes were spoiled 😎

Exploring the beautiful Thun 🏰

Papa Showing the World to his Baby Boy 🧑‍🧒

Navigating Trains like a Boss 🚞

Lake Geneva in all its Glory while Baby Boy decided that Beauty Sleep is important 😴

I am 10 month old todayyyyyyyy 📣🗣️

Mom and Baby Boy lost in their own fantasy world 🦄

First taste of Chocolate at Broc, because Chocolate must be eaten where Chocolate is made! Enjoying the Cailler Life! 🍫

Had the best time at Chaplin’s World! 🥸

Castle Views and Best Seat in Switzerland 🏰

An Absolute Pro Traveller! Slept 13 outta 15 hours on the flight! But made sure fun was has at every Airport especially the Lounge because food is life 😎

Back to Base ✌🏻

October 4, 2026
Cheeku’s Ahmedabad Diaries

Some chapters in life feel so full, so gentle, that you wish you could pause time and live in them a little longer. The past three months were exactly that for you and me, Sharva—a cocoon of love, laughter, and firsts. And now, as we returned from Ahmedabad to Tramba, carrying bags full of your baby things and hearts full of memories, it truly felt like we were closing a beautiful chapter while stepping into another.

These months at Motamummy and Motappa’s home were not just about staying—it was about growing, together. Sharva, you were wrapped in a kind of love that only grandparents can give. Every day revolved around you, and yet it never felt tiring—only joyful. Your Motamummy and Motapappa built so many little routines for you, making sure you were comfortable, happy, and always surrounded by warmth. From feeding times to nap times, from playtime giggles to evening walks—everything had a rhythm, and somehow, you settled into it so naturally.

And oh, how much you changed. From those tiny newborn days, you began discovering your world. First came the soft coos, those tiny sounds that felt like conversations from another universe. Then came your smiles—wide, innocent, and enough to melt every heart in the room (especially while looking at your passage plates and drawing room lights). Slowly, you began recognizing faces, responding to familiar voices with excitement. And one day, just like that, you rolled onto your side, as if to say, “Look what I can do now!” Each milestone felt like a celebration.

Your Motapappa made it a ritual to pick you up in the morning and play with you while your mumma slept a little and your motamummy did her work! He would take your out for evening strolls. Those quiet walks, with the soft breeze and fading sunlight, became your special time together. I could see the bond growing stronger with every step.

Your motamummy—her voice became a comfort you grew to love. She would sing poems and lullabies, filling the home with a calm, soothing rhythm. It wasn’t just music; it was love in its purest form! She would talk to you constantly and you would reply in your coos and babbles!!

And the most unexpected bond was none other than with your Mamu! Your mamu had his own little world with you. He would wait—sometimes impatiently—for his cheeku to wake up, just so he could play, talk, and make him laugh. The excitement in your eyes every time you saw him would light up the whole house. The way he talked about you like you were the most precious thing was so beautiful! And the way you laughed seeing him do his antics were his rewards.

And every videocall with your Mimi made you so excited but it made Mimi so sad she couldn’t be there with you! She couldnt wait to come back from Canada and hug you tight and spoil you like you were meant to!

The house was never quiet, never still. It was alive—with laughter, tiny sounds, soft conversations, and countless moments that stitched themselves into our hearts.

And while you were there so many of Motamummy, Motappa, Mamu and Mumma Papa’s friends came to meet you bearing gifts! Vidhu Masi, Sana Masi, Himani Masi all made it a point to come over again and again to be with you because your masis love you just like your mumma!

And then came the day we had to leave. Packing felt heavier than it should have. Not because of the things—but because of everything we were leaving behind. Every corner of that home held a memory. Every room echoed with your growth. The goodbye was not loud, but it was deeply felt.

Coming back home to Rajkot brought its own comfort. There was excitement too—you getting to spend time with your dad, being back in your own space, and of course, reuniting with Stella, who had surely missed her mom and her little human. And most excited are Dadu and Dadi who cant wait to spend time with their Sharvu!

Yet, even in that happiness, there was a quiet heaviness. Because some homes aren’t just places—they are feelings. And Ahmedabad, in those three months, became exactly that for us. This chapter may have ended, but its warmth will stay with us always. And someday, Sharva, when you read this—you’ll know just how deeply you were loved, even before you could understand it. And how, in those early months, you brought all of us even closer together.

Day 1 at Motamummy Motapappa house!

Day 2 in Ahmedabad

Making everyone tiptoe around you!

“Sounga to sirf Motamummy ke pass” Phase

Morning time with Motapappa

Cheeeeeku na Cheeks Khai Jauuuu!

Happy 3 months

Cheeku and Mamu

Motamummy, Mamu, Sana Masi and Himani Masi entertain me while my Mom is not home!

April 25, 2026
Motamummy’s House Rule: Baby First, Logic Later

One day, when you’re big enough to read this on your own, we want you to know something. Before you ever remembered anything, you were already the center of everything.

Motamummy’s house was a place where time moved slowly, arms were always ready to hold you, and love showed up loudly and unapologetically. It was you, your mom, motamummy, japa aunty, mamu, motapappa—and a whole lot of laughter wrapped around a very tiny human.

You didn’t need toys back then. You had people. People who made absolute fools of themselves just to see your eyes widen. We sang you the weirdest songs—songs with no tune, no logic, and lyrics that changed mid-way. Sometimes we sang about milk. Sometimes about your tiny hands. Sometimes we just sang your name like it was the greatest song ever written. Motamummy took these performances very seriously. You watched us like we were fascinating or mildly confusing. Either way, you stayed quiet, so we counted it as a win.

And oh, your expressions. You had this way of looking at us like you were already figuring things out. A serious face that made us wonder what you were thinking. A sudden smile that made the entire room freeze and then explode with happiness. Sometimes you made a face so strange that all of us burst out laughing together. You had no idea why—but somehow, you were the joke and the joy at the same time.

We didn’t just talk to you. We talked as you. In a deep, confident voice, we’d say things like:
“Relax everyone, I’m in charge here.”
“Yes motamummy, I know I’m cute.”
“Mamu, good effort. You may sing again.”

We gave you a personality long before you could show us yours. You were witty. Slightly dramatic. Very aware of how adored you were. And motapappa—oh, motapappa adored you in the quietest, purest way. Day in and day out. Holding you, looking at you like you were the answer to something he’d been waiting for. You didn’t have to do anything. Just being you was enough.

We talked about your future a lot. At motamummy’s house, you were already a singer, a storyteller, a traveler, a dreamer. Sometimes you were all of those in one afternoon. We imagined you laughing, walking into rooms with confidence, being kind, being curious. No matter who you became, one thing was always certain—you would be deeply loved.

I watched all of this with a smile I didn’t even know I was wearing, already saving these moments for later. Motamummy held you like the world could wait. Japa aunty stood close, proud and protective. Mamu brought noise and fun. Motapappa brought calm and endless love. And you—so small, so new—somehow made everyone feel complete.

Motamummy’s house wasn’t just where you stayed. It was where you were celebrated. Where your earliest days were filled with laughter, silly songs, made-up stories, and a family that thought you were magic.

One day, you won’t remember any of this. So we’re writing it down for you. So you know that before you could speak, you were spoken for. Before you could laugh, you were the reason we did. And before you knew what family meant, you were already surrounded by it—every single day. Always remember this:

You were loved from the very beginning. 🤍

Tummy time

Sleepy baby

Sharva becomes Sharvari

February 7, 2026
The Boss Baby and his Army

Hello Monkey Boy,

Before you even learned how to open your eyes properly, you had already built an entire fan club. And not just any fan club—a full-blown army. The kind that shows up half-asleep, armed with love, opinions, blessings, and an endless supply of “let me hold the baby.”

Mom and Dad were your co-CEOs—learning on the job, running on love and very little sleep. They were supported by motamummy and dadi, who brought wisdom, warmth, and the magical ability to calm everyone (including the parents).

Your Dadi and Motamummy became our quiet guardians during that first month and a half. They made sure your mama was always well fed, well rested, and cared for, because they knew that caring for me was also caring for you. Warm meals appeared on time, gentle reminders to rest were constant, and every little need—spoken or unspoken—was met with patience and love. Because of them, our days felt softer and our nights felt safer.

Then came the japa nurse, Nomita didi—part nurse, part angel, part baby-whisperer—guiding everyone through those days like a pro. And of course, the househelps, Swati didi, Prabha aunty, Nayana aunty, Kavita aunty, Kailash aunty, Usha aunty, Kiran aunty, Poonam ben and Parvaty who all made sure the world kept spinning while all attention was firmly fixed on you.

And then there was Stella—your dog sibling, your silent supporter, and the most patient member of the household. Stella took a gentle backseat so Mom and Dad could be there for you always. She waited quietly during long nights, accepted fewer cuddles without complaint, and watched over you with curious eyes and a protective heart. In her own way, she understood that something very special had arrived—and she made space for you with nothing but love.

Even when they weren’t physically around all the time, Dadu, Motapappa, Mamu, Mimi, Chachu, and Chachi always had you on their mind. Phone calls, messages, prayers, and constant “How’s Sharva?” check-ins made sure you were surrounded by love from every direction.

And let’s not forget Mom and Dad’s friends—your first unofficial aunties and uncles. They made sure your parents were heard, supported, reassured, and occasionally reminded that they were doing just fine. From pep talks to laughs to “this phase will pass,” they held Mom and Dad up so they could hold you.

So if you ever wonder how you were raised in those early days—know this: You were raised by a village full of love, teamwork, chaos, kindness, countless helping hands—and one very good dog. You may have been tiny, but you were never alone. You were carried by many hearts (and paws) from day one.

January 10, 2026
Tiny Human, Big Welcome

Hello our little joy of bundle Sharva….

First of all welcome to this amazing world Sharva, we were eagerly waiting for you. You are super precious kid for 2 families Bharad & Rawal and many family members like us.

Sharva let me tell you that you are supper lucky to born in Bharad Family. You have amazing great grandfather Gijudada where he will teach you the true meaning of life in coming days. I know still you are just 35 days old but dude in this world time files.

Sharva the most memorable time you will have is with your grand parents and sharva belive me you are super lucky to have Jatindada & Shobhadadi and Rajeshnana & Kavitanani.

Now here you have to deal according to your wish cause all your wishes whether it is right or wrong will be fulfilled here, your all naughtiness will be loved here. Your tiny demands will be completed by the above 4 persons.

Now Sharva its turn to know your parents Priyank Pappa & Rajvi Mumma..here you have to deal according to the mood of your mom & dad. Buddy here you can’t expect that things will be done easily. But yes let me tell you Rajvi & Priyank are the best mom & dad and you will be proud of them.

Then you have super cool chacha – chachi & mamu Ronak chachu – Hasti Chachi & Akshat mamu. These 3 are super rich persons buddy create you basket of dreams and as soon as you grow bigger put it in front of them and they have no options to deny your wishes as this 3 are super scared from dadi- dadi & nana-nani. So gear up to be super power of Bharad and Rawal family.

Sharva you will have super fun with Stella. I often send video to your parents that in coming years Sharva & Stella will have very mischievous time but on other hand you will feel absence of Happy because if Happy would be here she would have taken great care of you.

Let tell you about one more kid that is Krishaa. From the day you have come each day she keeps on seeing your photos and is eager to tie a rakhi on your very 1st Rakshabandhan. She will be your elder sister always taking care of you.

Sharva lastly about me, your Yash Mamu! I will be a superman for you. I promise to keep each and every mistake of yours hidden, all your wishes will be fulfilled, and you will be spoiled like anything… Stay tuned buddy for more updates on blog.

Yours

YASH MAMU….

Your Chosen Family 💙

December 30, 2025
Still Their Mom, Now Yours Too

Sharva, when you are reading this someday, I hope you know how deeply you were loved from the very beginning by everyone. But I also want you to know something honest about the days after you were born—because love can be beautiful, full, and complicated all at once.

Before you arrived, I was already a mom—a dog mom. Stella and Happy were my first babies. They had my routines, my quiet moments, and my whole heart. And then you were born, and suddenly my arms—and my life—were wonderfully full of you. After you came home, everything revolved around keeping you safe, fed, and loved.

In the middle of that joy, I felt something unexpected: dog mom guilt. I worried about Stella, who was with us, watching our days change. Walks were cancelled. Cuddles had to wait. Meals were late. But I hoped she knew that even when my hands were busy holding you, my heart still reached for her just the same.

And then there was Happy. Happy wasn’t physically with us anymore when you were born. And after you arrived, I learned how to love her in a new way—in her absence. I loved her quietly, in memories, in photos, in moments when I caught myself looking for her. Loving Happy didn’t stop just because she was gone. It became softer, but just as real.

What I didn’t know yet was that love doesn’t compete. I could love Happy even though she wasn’t here. I could love Stella while she walked beside us into this new chapter. And I could love you—fully, fiercely, endlessly—without taking anything away from either of them.

Stella stayed with us as we became a family of four again, adjusting to life with a baby boy and teaching me patience all over again. Happy stayed with us too, just differently—woven into our story, part of who we were before you and part of who we became after.

So Sharva if you ever wonder where you learned how to love deeply, gently, and without limits—know that it came from a heart that learned to hold grief and joy at the same time. You didn’t replace anyone. You added to everything.

Still Their Mom 🐶💙

Now Yours Too 👶🏻❤️

December 28, 2025