She’s Walking

Tonight I put Penelope down in her room and she walked about 10 feet.  I don’t think that either of us expected it.  As soon as she started walking, I started yelling, “She’s walking!  She’s walking!  She’s walking!”  Gary immediately flew up the stairs but didn’t make it in time to see her walking that time, but she quickly took another few steps so that he could witness it all firsthand. 

Despite the fact that she is my fourth child to walk, and the fact that a 12-month-old starting to walk is hardly anything extraordinary, I can’t help but be incredibly proud of her.  I’m probably way more proud of her than is reasonable, but I can’t help it.  I’ve felt this way when each of my kids started walking.  It’s just amazing to me that little babies turn into little kids.  I can’t even begin to imagine them turning into anything bigger than little kids. . . .