the art of walking

I know this wobbly, barely-in-control, teetering walk phase will pass all too quickly.

Hopefully this means that I will soon not have to comfort him for so many head long crashes into things. But it also means that he will lose that giant grin that comes from the sheer joy of walking. And he will be even faster and more mobile than ever.

But most of all, I will miss those little fists sticking straight up in the air.