You wouldn’t think Stride Rite is an emotional place but they should really think of carrying tissue.
Over the last couple months you have started to walk. Nothing major – a couple steps here, a few steps there. You are a speedy crawler and after a few steps usually drop down and sprint with your little dinosaur crawl. You’re starting to get the hang of walking and those few steps have turned into walks across the room and down the hall. When we’re out and holding you, you start to “swim” – antsy to get down on the ground and move around. It’s awesome but it’s been hard to do that because you’re not fully walking and we don’t want you crawling on the sidewalk/farm/etc. Not to mention, you aren’t wearing shoes. Until today! We took you and your brother to get new shoes. We put a pair on you and you instantly looked older – like a little girl. To me (and Dylan and Daddy) you’re “baby.” I know you’re going to get older but it’s not something that seems real yet. Today, seeing you in your little sneakers – it felt really real. I’m so excited for all that is to come and experiencing each new day with you as you experience it, but seeing you in your little sneakers made me want to hold on tighter to “my baby.” Even though you had new shoes, they didn’t touch the ground that much today – I held you a little more, a little tighter and a little closer the rest of the night.