My Baby is Walking

I called her “my kid” today.  As in, “My kid is walking.”

Because something about Maia walking around independently, not needing to be helped, my little daughter who criss-crosses the room and gets underfoot and wanders anywhere that she wants to, makes her seem so much less like a baby.

And she seems like my kid.

Slow down, my love.

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