walking man

On Friday I came into the living room to grab something and before I could get back down to Jack's room he was standing in the hallway with the sweetest, proudest grin on his face. He had walked down to see me.

He's been taking steps when coaxed since Christmas and he'll take a few unassisted steps between furniture, but that was real walking. No turning back now, right?

Later that evening I was watching him walk circles around the living room (just because he could, I guess) and I got all emo and teary thinking about how I get to watch him grow up. In full disclosure, I'm still riding out the deployment hormones and I'm probably PMSing, but still. One of my most favorite things about being a mom is seeing him learn and experience and develop. I felt the same way when I was pregnant and learning about how he was being formed inside me - it was like I had this private glimpse into God's heart when he set all of that into motion. All the pieces that come together to make this precious little person? What pride he must feel.

This motherhood thing is hard, but it sure is beautiful.