It seems like only yesterday I was writing about the birth of Charlie. In fact, on Tuesday it will be exactly 1 year ago. I went back and read the story today. I cried. I cried when I wrote it and I cry every time I read it. I'd like to think its the phenomenal prose, but more likely the subject matter.
He is a beautiful boy. Handsome and sweet with an infectious smile. He is healthy and strong. And he is still perfect in every single way.
He has 3 teeth now and is very mobile. He will walk any day now.
Sometimes I feel like a baby hog when he is around. But then again, I don't really care. He is my nephew and I will love him as much as I want to. I can kiss his face off all I want. Just try and stop me.
I must find something for his birthday that is fantastically awesome. Something that only the coolest, most bestest aunt in the world would find. My search begins tonight.
Right after soccer practice.
Heaps of Love,
J
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