Dear Evan:
You can walk! Not that we had any question, of course, though preemies often develop slowly. But still — you can walk!
You’d been heading that way ever since you learned to stand. You would hold onto the windowsills or the edges of our living-room furniture and side-step from place to place. Joyce, who takes care of you while your mommy teaches during the week, swore it wouldn’t be long.
She was right. A few days ago, you held your mommy’s hands and took a few steps. That’s exciting, but apparently doesn’t count because you were using support.
And then…
Yesterday, while your grandma and grandpa (my parents) were visiting, you stood up, laughing as always, and took two tentative, unsupported steps to your mommy’s leg.
Such a quick moment, but we were all lucky enough to have gathered around you, laughing with you as you stood, and so we all saw it.
Later, you tried a little more, shuffling a quick two steps at one point, and a quick three while playing in your bedroom.
It was a great point in your little life. After laughing our fool heads off, your mommy and I looked at each other: “Uh-oh.”
Because now you can walk.
Love,
Daddy
