Dear Marshall,<\/p>\n
Here is a conversation that you and I had one day as you watched me eat pho.<\/p>\n
Marshall<\/strong>: What is that?<\/p>\n Mommy<\/strong>: It’s soup.<\/p>\n Marshall<\/strong>: I don’t like soup.<\/p>\n Mommy<\/strong>: I like soup. Daddy likes soup.<\/p>\n Marshall<\/strong>: Does Livia like soup?<\/p>\n Mommy:<\/strong> I don’t know, but when you were younger you used to eat lentil soup, and you really liked it. But then you stopped eating it.<\/p>\n Marshall<\/strong>: That’s the story of me.<\/p>\n Mommy<\/strong>: That’s one<\/em> story about you, Marshall. I have many stories about you.<\/p>\n Marshall<\/strong>: You should put them in a book.<\/p>\n Mommy<\/strong>: I already do. I write stories about you and put them in books for you to read when you’re older.<\/p>\n Marshall<\/strong>: Good.<\/p>\n Someday you’ll read this story about how you told me to write stories about you.<\/p>\n Cool, huh?<\/p>\n Love,<\/p>\n Mom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear Marshall, Here is a conversation that you and I had one day as you watched me eat pho. Marshall: What is that? Mommy: It’s soup. Marshall: I don’t like soup. Mommy: I like soup. Daddy likes soup. Marshall: Does … Continue reading