I celebrated only my 2nd father's day yesterday.
The day brought back some memories of days that now seem like yesterday and at the same time have flown by entirely too fast.
When I brought my son home last spring from the hospital, I indeed had no idea what the coming year would bring. If anyone had told me that I could still function with 4 hours of sleep, and even function better, I would never have believed them. Life as I knew it was over, and a new one was beginning.
Nevermind the hundreds of dollars of toys he has, either. He wants to play with the remote control for the TV that he has just pulled off the coffee table. As I look at my boy pushing a dining room table into the kitchen, exploring every room like it's a new frontier, I consider myself the most fortunate man in the world. I can't resist going over to him and playing with him on the floor. He smells wonderful, like nothing else.... and when I get him laughing, I never want the feeling to end for either of us. Sometimes I just look at him, and it makes me want to cry. I wouldn't, or couldn't trade it for anything ever.
I smell something different now, however, so I'll close and go change him.
I hope all fathers had a wonderful Sunday.