This momentous occassion happened on November 2.
It's taken me 'til today to process what's really happening.
My son is now able to walk.
I'm desperately proud of him.
I'm desperately afraid now.
Granted, he's only about as steady on his feet as his Daddy after a night of Maker's Mark with Uncle Bobby Cook but regardless, he can now motor around pretty well.
Never really appreciated what people meant when they say it all goes by too fast. I kind of do now.
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