I had a post all set in my head of how I would roll out this exciting news, however as I sit here to type, my words escape me.
And not that many words actually need to be used, except that I have no pictures of this grand event.

Picture a time after a bath, a fresh squishy baby, in a clean sleeper and finished the last of his milk for the day. Toddling around a dumped out box of jenga blocks and clinging to the coffee table that adds extra security to his careful steps.

I sat back away from that coffee table and encouraged him to let go and come find my embrace only steps away. And without any hesitation he turned to only have one hand still on the table and made his way towards me. It was only two steps and he quickly fell into me, but they were diliberate and on purpose. And to my surprise, he did it again!

It's amazing to think that last week was the first time he stood on his own for a length of time and now I am able to record baby steps taken. He also did not have his afo's on, so I can't wait to try it again tomorrow.

I am so proud of him, not that he is taking steps, but that he is finding the courage to embark on the next part of his journey. You never know what steps you can take until you let go and try. It's amazing how his journey can have such a big impact on the perspective in my life.