Will took not one, not two but 20 steps all by himself today in his physical therapy session.
His PT was lightly holding onto the back of his shirt, and he was holding onto a piece of foam, just for security. She slowly let go and he toddled on, just until he realized that what he was doing. And then his tuchus hit the ground so fast if you blinked you missed it.
But there, for a moment, my baby was moving forward, all on his own. Under his own steam. WIth only the love of those around him as support.
I laughed.
I cried.
It was a hell of a lot better than Cats.
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