The world had been turning for billions of years before you arrived, and yet, the morning we first held you, it seemed as though it was only just beginning. You were so small, and so impossibly real. We had imagined you for so long, and still, nothing prepared us for the weight of you in our hands — a whole future, breathing softly against our chests.
We did not choose your name lightly. We chose Srashta because we believe you are a creator — of joy in this house, of meaning in our lives, and one day, of beautiful things we cannot yet imagine. We chose Varsh because you fell into our lives the way rain falls onto thirsty earth — quietly, generously, without ever being asked.
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If we could give you anything, it would be the courage to be exactly who you are. The world will sometimes try to make you smaller. Do not let it. The world will sometimes try to harden you. Stay soft. Stay kind. Stay curious. We promise you a home that will always be a soft place to land, and arms that will always be open, no matter how far you wander.
And on the days the road is heavy — and there will be such days, my love — remember this: you were wanted. You were waited for. You were loved before you had a name. And you are loved still, in this very second, with a love that does not know how to end.
Forever yours,