It was a summer of big firsts this year:
First deep end plunge.
First summer of big girl pants.
First time without training wheels.
First pony ride.
First skipped rock.
Summer slid by, and I counted the minor miracles as they happened. Then September showed up with her big guns:
It never ceases to amaze me how incredibly moving it is to watch your kid make that next big step. Whether it's when I am tucking a little body into an impossibly giant bed or letting my grip go from the back of a bicycle seat, I am always shocked by the sheer force of my emotions. Fear, pride, joy and sadness all duke it out at once in my chest.
Joy usually wins.