It was just plain cold as winters were supposed to be and you wrapped up warm and layered your clothes, wrapped mufflers, wore woollen caps and sunned your quilts mid November just so that you could use them in December .
And the night you decided to start on your outward journey was freezing cold - so much so that when I broke my waters at night after getting into bed , I was damp and anaesthesized with the utter frozenness of it .
And after a short labour when I held you slimy , wet and bedraggled - with green eyes that slanted upwards at me , your hair slicked back in an elfin curl and your little pointy ears - you looked like an elf baby as you curled against me .in my arms and I felt nothing could equal my delight ,wonder and marvel at having created you .
I love your sense of independence and individuality . I love your diffidence and your trick of hiding your true self at most times from others. I love that you read like a maniac. I love your short fuse that blows off with the least provocation. I love your honesty and your ability to love.I love the way you crinkle your eyes in the sunlight.
I love you the way you are .Happy Birthday !