A Year Ago

One year ago, I was in Kansas. I was cuddling the bambino. He was tiny and precious and wore itsy-bitsy diapers. All he did was sleep and snuggle and eat and poop.

He was perfect.

Now, he's a year old. He crawls and cries and giggles and claps and plays and toddles and pulls things off every surface he can reach and turns on iPhones and wades in the water and gives open-mouthed kisses and gets grouchy and makes the "scrunchy face" and eats ice cream and his diapers are significantly larger and still need to be changed. 

He's still perfect. 

Love you, Nephew!