The baby took her first toddling, wobbling steps today. Then promptly dropped to her knees when she realized she wasn't holding on to anything. Remember that look Wily Coyote got when he ran off the cliff and realized he had just run out of terra firma? She had that look.
A joyous, momentous milestone. I know. Yet, still a little sad.
She went from this to walking in so short of time.
There will be no more babies. And my baby is no longer a baby...but a toddler who in no time at all will be a little girl, a teenager--with all of the angst her genes have bestowed on her--and then a woman grown and gone.
Forgive me if I go mourn just a little for what is now only a sweet memory.