Walker.
Today, I realized I have one. Mollie, that is. She's walking. She is still holding on to things all the time, but walking. Just about a month until she turns one. I cannot believe my eyes. I can't believe it's been a year; hell what a year.
I've also realize that with Erik; every time that my mother said, "I hope when you have kids of your own they behave just like you," is true, it's happening. I'm wondering if there is more to it at the moment, but I'm trying to put all the pieces together. Then we will talk about the puzzle itself.
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