I can't believe I've not dedicated a single post on this blog to this little man.

When it suddenly occurred to me just, I mentally chided myself.

How could I have not? To date!

And to think that he is the single best thing that has happened to me and my family. To date! I can't stress that enough!!

Before you think that I've found the love of my life, let me just clarify that you're not exactly far off the mark.

He is the love of my life, at the moment. As well as my family's.

I can't think of another living being who is more deserving of our common love than him.

I'm very proud when I hold him in my arms. Like all others before him, he is the living emblem that something wonderful can happen to us - lesser beings who are no longer capable of making this world a better place, no longer capable of anything sovereign, or good, or pure, other than to shower him and all others like him with all of our love.

He is our pride and joy. Really. I mean it.

And later this month, he will be turning one.

What gift can you possibly give to someone who deserves the world? Pray tell.

I want him to remain one forever. The magic loses its sparkle and lustre when children grow up, bearing only a semblance of their former true self.

Happy Birthday in advance, little nephew. May you always find this world a beautiful place.