Ash turns 8 today, and the first thought that comes to my mind is one of utter disbelief.
He's eight. Already???
It seemed so recent that he was just a tiny wailing baby, who made his mummy shed bucket loads of tears when he had to be hospitalized for jaundice.
And if that wasn't enough to deplete her reservoir of tears, Ash decided to follow that up with a 3-night stay at the hospital due to an urinary tract infection four months later.
And though all these happened seemingly a long time back, they are ample proof that my baby has come a long way since then. Now, I'm glad to say that he has blossomed into a happy and helpful young chap... and hopefully, it will stay that way for a long long time to come.
Happy Birthday, Ash! May you be healthy and happy always, and continue to bring joy to the people around you. You will always be our baby. We love you lots!
|Ash detests kisses! Heh.|