As in Matthew.
Today you had the strangest dream. You sailed away to China, in a little rowboat to find us, and you said you had to get your laundry cleaned. Didn’t want no one to hold you, what does that mean, and you said…
Don’t worry, munchkin, we’re never gonna hold you back or break your stride. But you will have a curfew and you will obey the speed limit.
Note: I miss me some Marilyn McCoo and some Solid Gold like I miss the ability to eat PB&J and Grilled Cheese without regret.
I’m a bit without words. We’ve seen you roll. To and fro, from your belly to your back and then in reverse. We’ve watched you spin on your side, in plain view on your playmat or through the baby monitor in your crib.
But today, we put you in your Joovy Spoon and we watched you move, all on your own.
Sure, it was backwards. Sure it was obvious that your feet come in contact with the floor only with extraordinary stretching and reaching on your part, and even then, every 3rd or 4th attempt. But that whole backward, thing is just ok. Know that. Because, isn’t that life, baby? A few steps back before you catch yourself and propel yourself forward to meet the world? And when you do, we know, it truly is “look out world.”
Happy trails to you, my love.