276 Days

This Guy.  

It's been 276 Days of pure joy and love, cuddles and curly-headed kisses.  

He's funny, daring, and curious.

It's a rare moment I get to stop and take pictures.  And when I do, they're mostly blurry.  He's started to walk along as he pushes things and I have to keep myself from running after him and yelling, "Come back!  You're not suppose to walk yet!  You're growing up too fast!  Don't leave me!"

But alas, it does no good.
He gives me that silly, toothless grin and he's off once again.
And I'm left with the lingering of his kiss and the memory of his hugs.

Take your time little man!  276 days have just not been enough.

Here's to thousands more!