In Emily's world, every milestone is celebrated.
Em's team of therapists met with Jason and I today to discuss the goals we want to set for Em for the next six months.
One of those goals said "Emily will be crawling on her own and walking with support."
In what was less than 5 minutes after the goal was set, Emily took her very first official crawl, and we were all there to celebrate with her.
(The bare legs and voices you see and hear are not mine...just so you know.)
I visited with an old friend last night.
We hadn't seen each other in nearly 20 years, and she was here visiting with her kids from out of town.
We reconnected through my blog and have emailed back and forth a little bit.
She brought her youngest daughter to have a play date with Emily while we chatted.
My dear sweet friend has been in a living hell since the day she got married more than 15 years ago, and she recently had the incredible courage to break the terrible cycle of abuse that she was experiencing and file for divorce.
As I listened to my friend's story and as I shared a little bit of Emily's story, I was overcome with emotion more than once.
And as I thought about our conversation late into the night, I realized that I was blessed to have spent the evening with two of the strongest and bravest people I know in this world...one just starting her life, and one just starting her life again.
Beginnings are a beautiful thing.