Thanksgiving: Our baby is walking. He is into EVERYTHING. He annoys his older brother and sister endlessly. He wants to do whatever they are doing. Almost always, except for meals, he’s too young for their toys and games. Still, he adores them.
When I leave and come back home, he toddles to me with his arms outstretched. Like a movie. My heart melts every time.
When my oldest (now 9) was turning one and starting to walk, I remember enjoying it. But not this much. I am so grateful this third time around for every moment of his babyhood, so aware of the fleeting joys. He will walk for the rest of his life. Pretty soon I will not even notice the fact that he can stand upright and steady, yet, right now, every step still seems precious and amazing.