Tempus fugit

"Time flies." A wise man said that once, and I've discovered that he wasn't just whistling "Dixie". I don't know that I've ever had one go so fast, and I'm pretty sure that it's just going to get faster.

This time last year, I was trying to get some sleep in a hideously uncomfortable chair which doubled as a hideously uncomfortable bed, next to my wife's hospital bed. We'd been there for a day or so already, preparing for the birth of our first child. The next day would be a blur, and so it remains to this day. We had a beautiful baby girl that day, I remember that much, and so she remains to this day.

You might have noticed that my year-in-review begins with my daughter. Don't worry; for consistency's sake, it's going to end with her, as well.

Since then, there have been so many firsts. Her first Christmas, her first Thanksgiving, her first Fourth of July. She's stood up, sat up, spit up, crawled, cried, and cooed. Her hair's fallen out and grown back again. She's learning to talk, getting ready to walk, and recently cut her second tooth (and a couple more seem like they're thinking about joining them).

Tomorrow she'll be one year old. I don't know where that time went, and I don't suppose I ever actually will, but that's okay. I do know that I've never done anything else quite so neat in my life, and I don't think I've ever been quite this in love before, at least not like this.

And that's okay.