Ella walks. Sure, it’s only a few steps before she falls, but it is a few steps nonetheless. It is beautiful to see. This morning the entire family was behind me watching as she stood there, prepared to show everyone what she could do. She looked around in wonderment at us all watching her, and then she took a step, and then another, and another, until she collapsed into my outstretched arms. And I held on to her tightly while she bounced in my lap as her Daddy and brothers and sister cheered loudly for her. They were so genuinely proud of her. And Ella beamed–ear to ear she smiled, with those four little pearly teeth showing, her dainty red curls barely visible below her ears, and rosey-pink cheeks just waiting for someone to pinch them.
She walks now. Pretty soon she will be running. And in the blink of an eye it will be her first day of school. Before I know it, I will be sitting in the front pew of our church, watching as her Daddy walks her down the isle. Couldn’t time just stand still for a few of these moments? Just long enough for us to grasp them; just long enough to comprehend the beauty they hold.