Baby steps.

My baby boy--ten months old now--is walking. Not consistently and usually with some encouragement (i.e. standing him up and pointing him toward Mommy or Grandma) but it still counts. I write this down to remember his baby days because he won't be a baby much longer.

His countenance is still what it has been since he was a month old: He's a happy little guy with an easy smile. This combined with his long, dark eyelashes (a blessing from Mom) gives him a striking appearance that melts my heart every time I look at him. I'm blessed.