Two years ago today, I looked into my baby son's eyes for the first time. Through my own tears of joy, I saw innocence in its purest form. I saw in his eyes the promise of a new beginning, and an end to the loneliness that we had both felt for too long. There was something eternal in that first glance, and I never wanted it to end. Two years ago today, I became a believer of love at first sight.
Two years ago today, I became a man. I learned more about myself in those precious first moments of meeting my son than I had in all my years prior. In my heart, a new sense of purpose was born as I pledged forever to place his interests before my own—I now had a reason, beyond myself, to exist.
Two years ago today, we became a family. An inseparable and impenetrable bond was forged instantly as three people so very different, but all searching for something so similar, found each other half a world away. Never have I felt more at peace than that first time I saw my wife holding my baby boy—a sight that is forever emblazoned on my mind.
Two years ago today, I became rich. Though the journey was long and the sacrifices significant, no price can be put on what I have gained in return. Nothing of material form makes me happier than the time I spend with my family, and no amount of money could compel me to give that up.
Two years ago today, was the happiest day of my life. Two years ago today, we adopted our son, Manu.