Standing

When Grant was a baby, we lived in a loft apartment for most of his first year. It was easiest to have his crib in the corner of our bedroom so each morning {or night} when he woke up I could scoop him up and feed him. At about 9 months, he started to stand up in his crib when he woke up, and so I'd wake in the morning to find him standing, smiling and staring at me from across the room. I loved and loathed those wake-up calls. .

I always think of those days when I come into Miles' room lately and see him standing there waiting for me.