Baby Girl took her very first steps a few weeks ago, one Sunday morning. They came just minutes after the Mister walked in the door from a red-eye flight, which had returned him to us after two weeks in California. And they landed her squarely in his arms.
Her excitement just bubbled up and spilled out in steps.
We didn't see any more walking for a bit, until the Mister came home to us at the end of five-week stretch, where he had spent four weeks out of town.
The next morning, Baby Girl once again made a run for her Daddy's arms.
This time, it stuck. Ten steps in a row, a graceful bend to her knees, a little clapping for herself, followed by the sign for more. And more and more.