This Time Last Year...

...you were into chewing, babbling, and sitting contentedly staring out the window. You were only five months old and I didn't think it could get better. I was wrong.Now you are my handsome one and half year old. You are very much so a little man and won't stand to be treated like a baby, because you aren't. You are exploring, conquering, and creative. You beam your baby blues at anyone willing to hold conversation, you can run faster than Michael Johnson (ok, that may be exaggerated), and you are as mischievous as the day is long.
Today, I'd say it couldn't get any better, but I know from experience that's only true today. I am blessed to be your mommy and thank God for you, my son, every day! Thank you for making my days rich!