For all the math competitions I took part in during high school and all the math awards I won, there is one mathematical tidbit I must claim ignorance on. I do not know what the last number is. I’m sure it is infinitely more than my feeble mind can comprehend. But according to my son, that’s how much he loves me. More than a hundred, more than a million, more than a zillion. He claims he loves me all the way to the last number.

I don’t know what the last number is, but now I know that it is an incredible sum to be treasured forever. Who else but a child can bestow such incalculable love?