
Then she made it to all fours. And this was just so cute! It was like someone had placed her there in that position; she was as surprised as I was. Then- rocking. Which was hilarious. Back and forth and back and forth she would rock, as if she was getting up all the inertia in her body to propel herself forward. I loved it.
Then. Thursday. We were hanging out in the 'piano' room on her beloved pink 'Illinois stitch' quilt (from Joan Armstrong, thank you Joan) and it happened. Her little adorable knee moved. 1/4 of an inch...but it moved! More trepidatious wobbling and rocking, but then the other knee. AMAZING. My little girl, that I held just minutes after being born was now moving on her own. Absolutely incredible. I am just in awe of what our bodies can do. Innately. That's the amazing thing. As ridiculous as it, I'm sure, would look- the all the crawling, wobbling, imitating a bear thundering through the woods, all of that would never do much good for her. She had to figure it out on her own. And I sat there, biting my nails (figuratively) excitedly cheering her on to greatness.
And this is just the beginning. I love you Beauty.
P.S. In her 8 month picture we made her crawl to the pumpkin, but never expected her to pick it up for the picture. She now seems to pose for pictures- it's great. We'll be yelling, "Beauty..Carys..here Beauty..Carys, look over here...hey Bug Bug...Beeeeauty," all the while she be intently studying something with a furrowed brow, then at the last second she will look directly at the camera and smile. Precious.
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