It’s something else to watch my kiddo trying to walk.
To see the progression from wiggled arms,
to an epic, slow-motion, rotisserie roll over,
Now wobbly- hipped like an amateur ice skater.
Now bold, confident, and defiant.
The way she stretches her flailing arms around her,
with each tentative step,
like the whole world is a tightrope.
She fumbles frankenstyle all over the living room.
And I remember why life is so much fun.
This is how it begins.