The Big 20

Twenty months twinkled by but something remains the same. You are woven into my heart. Milestones are piling up like bricks in the bucket. And I sure hope this is the last month when you grow out of your fit throwing.

We have had a bunch going on lately that I must pause to remember. Remember to take more pictures of you and etch these pictures and thoughts into this piece of cyber memory.

Are you twenty months old already, my dear?

I am still so besotted, smitten and head over heels in love with you. Just because I'm so blessed.

Happy Twenty, Marshy. I'm so blessed you are mine.