This has been a most unusual weekend. On Friday I (finally) got my driver's license. I still don't really like driving, but I had to get my license. I seemed to be the only person who had actually completed puberty sitting my final test, but I managed not to look too silly.

While driving Debs about this weekend (she rightly claims that I owe her at least five years of driving in the time that we've known each other), I almost forgot exactly why I've had to make so many changes in my life over the last year or so. Then, this afternoon while we were playing Risk with some friends, I was reminded: Romilly made her first, stumbling crawl across the carpet to grab a toy. The loud cheers completely distracted her from what she was doing, but it was enough to bring a huge smile to my face that's still there now.

I'm a proud father, and I'm responsible for a very important little girl. Sometimes change is worth it.