You know what this means? In one month, I’ll be throwing a birthday party for a one year old Whuffle. Only one more month to go. That’s… insane.
Also insane: I loved this baby infinitely from the moment he was born. And here – eleven months later – I swear I love him eleven times as much. I know 11xInfinity isn’t mathematically possible, but neither is quantifying how much I love this amazing, amazing little man. Every day I think if I loved him any more, I would burst. And every day, I love him a little more. And I’ve yet to burst – but one of these days… it’s gonna be a mess.