But then, there are some days, where months of trying and failing and trying again lead to having a lifelong skill. This past week was one of those days. You have been walking by holding daddy’s and my hands for quite some time, you have been cruising along furniture and walls, you have been standing up, fallen down and gotten back up many, many times, sometimes even taking a little step or two. But this past week everything changed. One evening we were playing in the living room, you stood, holding my hands when all of a sudden you let go and you walked, on your own – putting one foot in front of the other one as you walked across the room.
Just like that you got it, and the look on your face, full of joy, said it all. I am so proud of you.
You are teaching me that no matter how hard we have to try to learn a new skill it’ll be worth it. If we fail (and fall down) at first, we’ll have to try as many times as it takes, but never, never give up. You remind me every day to look at life’s possibilities not its limitations. I love you always and forever.
