Are the sweetest days really yet to come?

I heard from many parents (both moms and dads) when Jack was born who told me that each stage of his life would better than the one before. I didn't comprehend that at the time, because how does it get better than my downy-cheeked little sweet snuggly boy? Enter the boy that acts like a parrot and has his own little sense of humor.

He'll be 16 months in 5 days, and while I haven't been the best at documenting his life on a month by month basis here, I felt compelled to write down some of the sweetness today. Mostly, it's his speech that is just slaying me.

Last week he started saying ah-men at the end of our prayers. I mean, I thought I was going to buy him a pony right there on the spot because it was so adorable. Every day there is something new: bunny, dog, "oh Jack", "I don't know" (tossed up hands and shrugged shoulders included), overly dramatic "oh nooo!". The list just goes on.

He's got a lot of rhythm. I can't keep him away from the piano, and he sings while he's banging. I need some video, but about the time I have the camera rolling, he notices I'm there and stops. Clearly, I need to work on my mom power of stealth. We can't figure out where he has seen someone play and sing at the same time. At church they use a cd, so it's not there. (You know what that means: musical genius.)

These are such sweet, blessed times. I hope I never forget them.