Just a quick (?) letter to update you on a couple breakthroughs we’ve had over the past couple weeks. No doubt, you know some therapists have been coming to visit you. We try to make these appointments early in the morning, as you (and I) are known to tire quickly of interviews and prodding and suggestions and small talk. Amy came last week… your physical therapist. After 45 minutes of ‘sit like this,’ ‘grab this,’ and ‘just try one more time,’ you picked up one of her toys and placed it in her tote bag. With all genuine sweetness, you then looked up at her, waved bye, and said clear-as-day, “Bye-bye.”
I think, my dear, you were finished. This was officially your first word, though I will always believe you said ‘llama’ at three months. The “bye-bye” had a witness, so we’ll mark that one down for posterity. Nice job, Doll. Nice job.
As if that weren’t enough work for a silly one and a half year-old, the other night you took 4 steps. FOUR unassisted STEPS. You were tired. You were silly. You were happy. You’ve not tried again since, but we are all so very very proud of you. You continue to teach others about patience and joy and individuality. You are a wonderful teacher.