Well, it finally happened. My son took his first steps. It was beautiful. He has been standing on his own, walking with assistance, and pulling himself up. But this morning was different. While we were all in the kitchen, I was holding his hand so he could walk around like usual. I was talking to his Daddy when all of a sudden he let go of my hand. Instead of doing his usual, standing there or maybe attempting a small step before falling on his bum, he took several steps to the middle of the floor. Then he just stood there. I don't think he even knew what to do next. I was sure he was going to fall onto his butt. Already we were amazed by his accomplishment. But this time, he didn't fall. Daddy went to the other side of him and called his name. Out of pure excitement he finished his walk all the way into Daddy's arms! We immediately picked him up, had a big family hug, and congratulated him on his first real steps. What a way we have come in such a short period of time. Got to love it. I know I do.
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