Dear Baby Marshall, Indeed, you are no longer a baby as you would correct me, or everyone else who would call you one. “I’m not a baby. I’m a big boy. I’m Marshall”. Fine. You are already a little man. I remember there was one bedtime and you were telling
Dear Marshall, In life, once in a while, you might get exhausted, and stressed, and.. everything just doesn’t turn out as you want it to be. But be strong. Stay strong. Cause I have those times as well. And yesterday was one of those. I woke up at 530am yesterday, which I usually do
Dear not-so-little man, Seems like yesterday when I found myself teary-eyed pleading for few days of leave just to get back home to you and celebrate your first year. Though it was not granted, we still managed to go back on a weekend and consumed 36hours enjoying your big day.