I am 42 and I feel the same way. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for this kid nailing the most sincere and adorable truth about Moms. Amen. And holy hell is this kid ridiculous, passionate, and downright inspiring with his love! Thanks for the share Stefanie McGovern Buonavolta Also, when is Mom NOT life?
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PERFECT
Watch the video. Nothing else matters. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for these moments captured forever. A mom and a son have an amazing, unique bond that starts immediately. (Right Jake Burle?)
I always tell Anaiya, that when she cries, I hear her right away, through my ears. But there is one person who will always hear her faster. Her mom. Priya carried her in her tummy for 9 months, and therefore always hears her first, because Priya hears her crying through her heart.
These are special bonds. Priya KC Bhatt deserves every one of these memories.
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LOVE YOU, Disha Sharma Modi
A friend posted this. She’s…wonderful. I think we are coming up on 15 years?
#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for every moment. Her post:Certainly, in the most difficult moments of life you realize that there are true friends or people who really appreciate you. 
Unfortunately, most friendships will leave you but they will still send you a “like”, but they don’t really take time to read your status if they see it’s long. More than half will stop reading here, or have already moved to the next entry in your feed.
I decided to publish this message in support of a very special person for me who had someone very special to them who fought to the end with firmness and energy. Who taught them to live every day as if it were the most beautiful day? Who has filled the world with a beautiful smile and sweet attitude.
Cancer is very invasive and destructive to our body, even after the end of treatment, the body is still struggling with itself trying to reconstruct all the damage caused by radiation. 
It’s a very long process. Please, in honor of a family member or a friend who died, or is still fighting cancer, or even had cancer, but is cured; copy and paste this.
Everyone says, “if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, I’ll be there to help you.” So, I’m gonna make a bet that most of those who saw this post (maybe even read all the way to the end) would say that, but not really mean it.
You just have to copy (not share) and paste. I would like to know with whom I can count to take a minute of your day and really read my posts 
and then write “done” in the comments. Thank you.
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HYPE
I try and avoid propaganda. But I love this. I’ve seen a wide range of posts over the past 24 hours. And I feel like even my rightest of right friends have acknowledged this point — we fought a war over this 70+ years ago. We became “America” on the heels of the sides we chose and the fights we fought and the enemy we squashed. (I’m happy to dig into all the nuance of WW2, mind you — I don’t view it romantically nor do I believe it played out romantically, but I certainly celebrate it as such). What I found most heartening today was the voices of people with whom I usually disagree on all things politically, stepping forward and saying … if The Daily Stormer is what invited you to Charlottesville, you had every right to be there … and we have every right to tell you to STFU, because you don’t represent anything American. Anything.
#iamgrateful and #iamthankful that I have seen all this up close. Sitting across from me and next to me at lunch while in high school. The fact that I was invited into friends houses where Nazi paraphernalia was on display, flags hung on ceilings … taught me that this isn’t what most and many of these people mean to believe. It’s people in search of belief and meaning. This whole weekend took me back 25 years. Humbled me. We don’t take steps forward. If you look at our footprints, we salsa dance forward and backward. Progressive spirals. The net sum of the past 25 years is progress. But if we were to look at any individual point in time over the course of that 25 years, you’d think twice about betting on what you were going to see — what part of the salsa dance you were going to snapshot. In the end, I hugged my kids like hell this weekend. Like hell. And I know that for all our progress, the same statement applies to my son and daughter … don’t give anyone a chance to question your value, your contribution, or your fortitude. You again? Yes. And again and again and again. Sorry for the ramble folks. I’m twisted. I’ve always wondered what I’d do if I had the chance to go back to high school and start over. This weekend, I made it back to high school. Just not the way I had hoped. Love you all. And I hope every person on this planet finds meaning that doesn’t require zero summing someone else’s value in return. Life ain’t linear. But it can be progressive. Make your commitment to be incremental. In the best way. Be incremental.
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RAKSHA BANDHAN
Anyone who knows me knows this is my favorite holiday. My favorite day of celebration. Why? Because it’s about siblings. It’s about my sisters. It’s an acknowledgement of all they do for me. It’s about so much truth. Your siblings know you longest. In some ways, they know you best because they know you early (in my case, from Day 1), and they live alongside you. There are no choices when it comes to siblings. They just are. Undeniable. I mean this for the sisters with whom I share blood, the sisters with whom sharing blood is irrelevant, and I mean this for the sisters I’ve acquired who may not share blood with me, but they do with my wife and even more powerfully, my kids (it’s wild to think about Anaiya and Jaan literally sharing blood with their Masis.)
It’s a holiday that’s all about good. That transcends religions. Cultures. Who, in what part of the world, would object to celebrating the bond between a brother and a sister? Given the state of the world today — it’s not just the US, mind you, but nationalism and xenophobia are prevalent and seeing their rise everywhere (it’s more circular and recurrent in history than we’d like to admit), I thought this story was a nice one to share. Love to my sisters. You all make all the good in me worthwhile. All the mess, that’s my bad. 
It starts with you Anu Kiran and #iamgrateful and #iamthankful we’ve got some awesome sisters, don’t we?
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HBD
Enough said. I love you. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful to have a protector like you in front of me at all times Anu Kiran And I know Priya KC Bhatt feels the same way.
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SIBLINGS
This past Saturday, after a fine lunch, the kids and I made our way back to the car. I placed them in their car seats enough to hold them while I went back to load the stroller in the trunk. As I was a-stroller-folding, I heard Jaanu crack up. Then again. So I peeked through the trunk and into the backseat to see…this. This will be my favorite picture forever. Hard to see it topped. I love it because it’s emblematic of a sibling relationship. At the very core, the hands. This reminds me of my sis and me, Anu Kiran. Those hands might as well be ours. And though as we have aged and grown, we’ve experienced different facial expressions and body language. Sometimes smiling like this, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes tired and sleeping, and often times with one feeling one way and the other another way. Sometimes we are facing in, sometimes up, sometimes away. But you know what never changes? Our hands. I always have yours in mine and you always have mine in yours.
#iamgrateful and #iamthankful that you are my sis. And that you are always there to reach for my hand and have been since the day I was born. I hope Anaiya is to Jaan what you have been to me. If so, he will have no greater blessing. I wanted to be the first to say HBD. May it be momentum to make this year and all that follow, wonderful. Love you, Tito!
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YOU GET YOU, AND I GOT YOU TOO
That’s my sis. Seriously. Look at this pic? Anaiya intently concentrating on the TV. Tito Foi concentrating on Anaiya (specifically, being fed.) That’s how life is with my sis around. Just about everyone I know and think of finds a way to fight for the foreground. Not my sis. She fights to be the canvas upon which the background is drawn, so the foreground can pop. She’s done this for me my entire life. She’s why I have such few expectations of me around the fam (folks love me, this isn’t a pity party, it’s an acknowledgement one). Because she took all the stuff that was necessary and essential and required so I could run off and be an irresponsible and disassociated free spirit. My parents made me who I am. I am who I have become (the good things, the fact that bad stuff exists is my fault in human nature) because my sister sucked up all the weight of life and allowed me to go off and be me.
#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for my canvas. Thanks for letting me ungracefully hog the foreground. Also, I know this pic is symbolic of you and me. I’m always Anaiya, and you are always you, holding a spoon to my mouth. Happy soon to be bday!
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NC2U
You love this guy. You love this song. And you and I debated the merits of Prince (my choice) vs MJ (your choice) going back to before we should have been able to…I will say it was while watchin’ NY Rocking Eve entering ’85. Well sis, here you have it, as we step up to what will be a great upcoming birthday,
#iamgrateful and #iamthankful that you are my sis, our sis, and Tito Foi to the max…and know this song might as well have been written by all of us for you Anu Kiran.
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BA
It is one of…nix that — it is my favorite word on the planet. Have you ever had one? Have you ever had a “Ba”? If not? You missing out!!! Ba means “dad’s mom” in so many ways. But when you are me…it also means the highest form of royalty. It means that person who loves unconditionally. It means that person who values honestly. It means unwavering commitment. Ba’s give the purest love.
Today we lost our “last” Ba. Early in the dat. She was magic. Not the magic I confer on my kids. Which is granted. But the magic I give to my … heroes. Which is just… earned. Every time I saw her she made me feel like I was a character straight out of Marvel or D.C. 
This Ba was worth every memory. I will cry myself to sleep for … a bit. But move on quickly. Because Ba would have wanted me to massage her head and love on. Move on. But know, Ba, I love you. And carry you forwards. It’s all my meager poor self can do.
#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for all those memories and that you made me think I had healing hands, while it was really your head and heart doing all that healing. Today is what it is. Your memory. Which is, all good hOmie! #whogottaba
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Suneet Bhatt 