It kills me that I was not able to capture the moment on film:
a fleeting blur of feet and arms flailing and waving...
a recorder to grasp the hysterical laughter ringing through the humidity
and clinging to each drop of air...
something more than just the moment recorded inside of me,
etched on each beat of my mommy-heart
and reverberating on each sighing breath of happiness.
That moment of my baby's first steps.
why do you have to make me cry like that?!
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Well, I'll have to wait for it to come again, because she has yet to repeat this. I guess she figured it's not all it's cracked up to be. Yesterday we were on some grass at an outdoor local concerty type thing, and she didn't want to crawl on the grass so she did this hands and feet crab walk weird thing.
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