May 2, 2015
Hi baby boy, I miss your smell. You're growing up too fast. Sometimes my yearning for you hits me a certain way and I don't know, I just can't do anything else anymore. The immobility and daydreaming usually lasts hours. Your aunt's a drama queen. You can say whole words now whereas when you were last here in August you could only mumble, you were so much smaller then. And then you went home to Guam and you ballooned then you could suddenly speak gibberish then you started walking. You look so big in photos and I wish you're here.