I waited for this day for so long. I think I even obsessed about it a little. "This day" being when Emma would transition from a crab-crawling baby to a peg-leg toddler. When she started taking brave little steps around 10 months, I thought, "Hmm. This seems a little early for walking." I was right. After taking anywhere from 2 to 20 steps on her own, she decided she still wanted to be carried everywhere. And why shouldn't she? I think most of us would like to be carried every now and then.
And then came last Friday. I'd come home from work early because I had to attend an event during the evening and wanted to see Emma for a little while. I was in my parents backyard, and I nonchalantly placed her on the grass and said, "Go over and see the flowers!". She looked up at me, looked over at the flowers, and walked right over to them (like she was just waiting for someone to ask her to do it!) She didn't stop there. She just kept going! Every so often, the wind would knock her over, and she would fall forward on her hands, giggle, and push herself back up. This is the same kid who used to scream and howl when she barely bumped into something. What happened to my baby?!?!
Watching her take this momentous step just reminds me to cherish every moment of her. Time is going by so fast, and so many times I find myself taking these moments for granted. People kept telling me "Don't blink," and I thought "How cliche!" But they were right...don't blink, because it seems like yesterday I was wondering what the first kick was going to feel like. And now she's walking...
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