547 days

Roughly. That's how many days PB has been in this world. As of last Friday, at least, when he turned 18 months old.

I thought about calculating how many diapers that was. And how many nursing sessions. How many bottles cleaned. Boo-boos kissed. Trips to the pediatrician for check-ups and illnesses.

But at once, I realized none of that matters. Because none of that even remotely compares to the number of smiles. Giggles. Hugs. The infinite amount of joy PB has brought to my life.

18 months ago seems like a lifetime. And a second. It is one of the most incredible phenomenons I have ever experienced.

PB is amazing in every single way. He is sweet and loving, even at his young age. He is smart and is literally showing us new things everyday. He is handsome and has a magnetic personality, frequently attracting compliments from strangers.

547 days of pure joy.