Yesterday was my son's third birthday. I can't believe that he is three already. I was looking at some old pictures from the last few years and I was remembering when he was as small as Nathan is now. Then I was remembering when he was small enough to cradle in one arm. Now, the only time I hold him in one arm is when both kids are refusing to listen to me and I need to carry them somewhere quickly. Usually it involves kicking legs and a bit of screaming.
What's he going to be like when he's in school? When he's a teenager? When he's an adult? I don't know. I can only hope that he turns out to be a good person and that the world is still a safe place to live in.
This whole parenting thing really changes the way you look at the world. All of a sudden there are so many things you need to protect your children from. There are also so many adventures in store, trivial things that you don't really think much about become so much bigger when you have small children. I took William out fishing on Saturday; we only went for a few hours, and we were sitting out in the open, but it was still a ton of fun. Of course we didn't catch anything (his line didn't even have a hook on it), but we did get closer to each other. I can't help but get a bit sentimental about all the moments in a day that are firsts for him. I will remember them for the rest of my life.
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