She and BubTar were out on the trampoline, Josh was in the kitchen with the back door open, listening for the kids and keeping an eye on things, I was off doing something, I can't remember what.
Josh called me and said, "SHE JUST WALKED ACROSS THE TRAMPOLINE!" (I have to use caps because he was definitely speaking in all caps at the time)
I said, "Whatever, you liar. Stop joking around."
And he said, again with the caps, "NO REALLY! SHE DID! SHE DID IT!"
With that, the little squirt stood up and darted forward with a drunken, wobbly stumble. I nearly peed my pants as I darted to get my camera.
And by that evening, she was doing it on solid ground, too.
What can I say? At the time, it felt like the very best moment of my life. The miracle of my slumpy baby standing and walking, finally, was more than my heart could stand. It was amazing. It is definitely in the top 4 moments of all time, right up there with marrying Josh and seeing my babies for the first time. It has been a wild, wobbly year, complete with an ER trip on Mother's Day for a bit of dermabonding, but it has been miraculous to watch her grow and change and learn how to walk on her own two feet.