Literally.
Ethan took two steps on his own between his TeeMaw and Aunt Cara. I was thisclose to bursting into tears. Part of me hopes it was a fluke, another part hopes that it was not. How could this happen? My baby, who has no interest in crawling, is trying to walk. He'll be 9 months tomorrow, and my heart is breaking.
Michael and I were talking about the different phases that kids go through. I am currently hanging on to the "baby phase". I told him that he better not try to rush Ethan out of this phase because it is so short for me. I find myself rocking him "just a few more minutes" at night where we were putting him down right after saying his prayers. He will be a year old in just three short months. I wish I could pause time. But, that is what those few extra minutes in the rocking chair each night feel like - like I am pausing time. Even though brief, it is like the world stops for me and my baby.
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