nineteen months.

Oh, I love this age. He is non-stop fun. He wakes up talking. Goes to sleep talking. He loves to jump and run. He's busy. And he keeps us busy. He's sweet. He's funny. He repeats every word we say. He blows great kisses and gives strong hugs. He's so grown up, yet very much still my baby. We are loving every minute of watching him grow, change, and evolve into the person he will become. I don't want to miss a thing.