This afternoon, LB was playing on his slides outside and he asked me to come into the play house he has, so I did. When we were both in the house he climbed to the top of the slide and I was suddenly struck with the memory of first teaching him how to climb up that slide. I vividly remember taking one foot and putting it on the first wrung, then the next foot on the next and so on. Now, he just does it, like he's been doing it for years. At the start of the climb, he even stopped and looked so that he knew just where to put his foot.

I feel proud that he's learning and growing so much, but at the same time felt a bit of nostalgia for his "younger" days.