It's Happening Too Fast

I am now the father of a one-year-old. Little Meyer turned one at 12:09 yesterday. We celebrated at the Aquarium Restaurant, the centerpiece of which is a 100,000-gallon aquarium with sharks, eels, and several varieties of fish. (Much of the restaurant's menu is seafood; so, before ordering, you must take into consideration the guilt that comes with eating tuna in front of a tuna.)


I didn't notice any major changes in Meyer yesterday. He still walks into walls and tables, says a handful of crude words, and plays with the cats. The birthday was, however, an occasion to look back, to think about what we were doing a year ago, and to reflect on how much has happened since then. Our baby is a totally different person now than he was when we first met him, or even than he was a few months ago. Thinking about the diaper and clothing sizes he's been through is really incredible. At any rate, I now understand cliches such as "they grow up too fast" and "before you know it, he'll be driving."