Soham's 4th

 

He is the kid whose energy cannot be contained by walls but all with a charming smile on his face.

You might send him to put on his boots but he’ll come back with a new LEGO creation.

Time has no meaning when a new plan strikes.

He’s the one who doesn’t walk in an orderly fashion. He runs or spins or stops in his tracks if something catches his eye.

He has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

His handwriting don’t betray his intelligence, you might be fooled into thinking it’s all done by a high-schooler, if you’re not paying attention.

His heart sometimes breaks a little because he’s not always sure why what he’s doing is so wrong.

His ideas come out in a jumble and you have to slow way down and look in his eyes to listen.

But he needs you to hear him.

He can understand stories on a level well beyond his years and will floor you with his insights, a witty one mostly.

He loves music and mostly those tappy, meaningless Bollywood numbers, just like his Mom.

He loves fiercely and deeply and without reservation.

He will tuck a blanket around you if you look cold and will always share a bite of his cookie.

He runs to open your car door and will insist on carrying your bag in the house for you.

He loves to climb into your lap and wants to hold your hand as he falls asleep.

His greatest joy is making you laugh from deep in your belly.

His body is young but his soul is much older.

He is counting down the days to start his journey in brand-new school and totally ready. Me, not so much. I’m still pretending he needs me. I miss him needing me.

He doesn’t always like being the youngest and says he does everything last, but I think he gets to do everything the best. He doesn’t realize how emotional I get with all of his “firsts".

Happy Birthday, our young, wild, fireball!

Sohom, you are the heartbeat of the house and you know it

Keep slaying your magic

May Thakur be always with you.

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