I read my post from last Father's Day to try to remember exactly what my first one as a dad felt like. I was trying to think of some way to link the two together, but what strikes me most is the difference in Tobin. Instead of laying around all day with Tobin this year I spent a significant part of the day chasing him around the house. As a special surprise to me, he skipped his afternoon nap (which I actually could have used). The U.S. Open was on again, but Tobin's days are no longer punctuated only by diaper changes and feedings. His average day is one filled with pulling up, falling over, testing limits, laughing, playing hard, chasing Hannah, eating a little, and burning more energy and putting in more miles than I would have imagined a pre-walking toddler possibly could. He is a wonder. And a delight. It feels like every day is Father's Day since we have so much time together this summer, but Sunday was a great day to reflect on Tobin's development through the year.
He can't possibly have another year of such rapid development and change, can he? If he does, I'm not sure I can keep up.
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