A year ago he needed my help with the stairs. A little encouragement to try the slides and assurance it will be ok. He’d ask if he could try things and want to hold my hand. Now it’s a year later and he flies around the playground, jumping off things, zipping down the slides and bravely trying everything without my help. It’s hard to see him grow but I am also so proud of him and excited for his future as he explores more and tries more things on his own. He’s gone from two to fifteen it feels like. I just try to cling to moments, days like today where he still at least yells “watch daddy” and takes joy in me laughing as he goes down the slide.

At least he still needs me to scare the bugs off the slide first.