Walking.
The baby is walking.
Stumbly still, and only when he doesn't realize that nobody has ahold of him (when he does realize, he promptly sits down)but there have been enough steps in a row for me to say, without hesitation, that he is walking.
Funny how something that makes me well up with sadness and nostalgia can, at the exact same moment, make me well up with immense joy and pride.
My baby. Walking.
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