Unlike her sister, Sage did not hold on to a push walking toy until she was steady and sure. Sage just started stepping. Each day she would increase the number of successful, uneasy steps before she fell. Each day she would fall fewer and fewer times. It was hard to pinpoint the moment she started walking because her first step was followed by her first two steps. Then three. And so on...
But today our little one spent far more time on her feet than crawling. I marvelled at how she would enter the room walking and remain on her feet as she explored, ate, played. When we headed outside, the walking continued. She walked on the patio stones. She walked on the uneven, mucky spring yard. She walked down the driveway. She walked down the street.
Today she is a walker. And while it may be true, I am not yet able to call her the 'T' word... (toddler). She is my baby for another while. I will hold on to that one as long as I can.
