Then tonight you took three steps.
The rain and clouds were leaving and cool air was blowing in through the windows and the front screen door. Sun was stretching down the hallway and you had your right hand on the wicker box in which we keep your Bjorn and your Ergo and your sweaters. I was just a foot away from you, holding out my arms.
And something in you decided to let go.
Three tiny, stuttering steps and then you collapsed in my arms. Daddy got a little teary though maybe he'll deny it. We love you so.
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