37 weeks and 3 days on the outside ➡️ The same amount of time spent on the inside. #babygirl #missmiradylan 👶🏽
And just like that, our little boy is FOUR! There are times when he seems so big and times when he feels so small. But mostly he’s MAGIC. 🌟 #deanburrito #thisis4
Last Friday, my dada (grandfather) passed away peacefully in South Africa. We knew he was getting older and weaker, and he talked about “kicking the bucket” all the time - he was ready to go. I’m grateful that he did not suffer and that he was with family who loved him dearly. And I’m also happy that he had a chance to see me become a mother and spend time with his great grandchildren. Perhaps most of all, I’m thankful to have grown up with him. He and my Ba came to the United States to live with my parents one month before I was born. He was always there. He played with us and held us. He carried me on his shoulders to “Dongona” (what baby Tina called McDonald’s). He took us to school and practices in his giant gold Cadillac (the “jumbo jet”). Sometimes he would spoil us by buying us things our parents wouldn’t. He would amusingly watch us as we showed him what we bought at the mall and then tell us “I wouldn’t pay 10 cents for that!” He drove us to Atlanta and Florida and the beach on school holidays. He was always there. And as we became adults and moved away, we knew that coming home meant seeing him. He was always happy to see us. And we did what we could to be there for him even when life got busy. Something as simple as tapping a beach ball or balloon back and forth would make him smile so much. Having my son play in the same room as him would make his day (I’m sure he never dreamed of living long enough to meet his great grandchildren). I loved that he loved my husband. My traditional Indian grandfather loved my non-Indian white husband. Even before we were married, Richard would take the time to sit with Dada and talk to him (even though he was 95% deaf). One time he even watched Dada’s favorite Hindi movie with him - it did not have subtitles. Richard would take him to the bank, which usually turned into a trip to the wine store and probably a car dealership too. The two of them bonding meant the world to me. There are so many little things that I want to remember and hold on to. He was my Dada. And going home won’t be the same without him being there. I love you Dada and miss you so much.
Guess who’s 7 months old! #missmiradylan