First steps

On Father's Day of all days, Max took his first on-his-own steps. We were at my cousin's BBQ in the backyard, and mainly to keep from having to crawl and touch the (still yucky and weird-feeling) grass, he walked three solid steps from Grandma to me with his dad watching. Then, to prove it wasn't just a lucky balancing act, we made him do it again. We were all SO EXCITED. It was the coolest thing ever. The entire BBQ contingent celebrated the event with us...everyone cheered and clapped. With that, Max decided clapping was much more fun than walking, and that was the end of walking for the afternoon.

Bearing witness to his life has, is and will be a constant source of wonder and astonishment for me and his father. He is the greatest blessing of our lives.