My aunt Sandy and Uncle Tom, who I haven't seen for about 10 years, came to visit. Elias began walking toward the door, me holding his fingers, and we heard him say, "I'm going." Next thing you know, he is walking. He walked well on Easter, we thought that would be the day, but it wasn't. Then in line for A Small World at Disneyland, but he didn't want to keep practicing after a string of successful steps. Now this, this might be it.
Bittersweet, of course. To add to the scenario, it was also Daddy's day: he gave another talk on Africa in a school, then went to a job interview that he was very pleased with at Rancho Santa Ana Botanical Garden, and then took his new car down to Dad's. Pretty good stuff. Myself, I took a test and suffered the day tired and absorbed in depression. Too bad.
Friday, April 24, 2009
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