Is it crazy that 11 months seems to be a big deal to me? I mean everyone gets excited about a year but this seems like something special. Here he is, less than a year old, walking, pointing, laughing, running, being. A real person. A year ago he wasn’t even in the world and now… he is a little sun that we all orbit around. All of us equally enchanted.
His smiling face, his happy cheeks, his little growls he thinks are words. His skin, his hair, his little hands, his bandy legs. The way he is exploring the world, the way he is fascinated by everything. Joy, bliss, wonder.
11 months of loving him. Something worth celebrating.