I watched you as you ran towards me, my arms outstretched ready to catch you. Your little fists were high above your head, and you had the biggest, most beautiful smile across your little face, glowing in the sun.
I heard you giggle when you finally toppled into my arms. I looked up at your father, his eyes filled with tears.
“Did you see that?” he said, “she walked!”
“She ran, darling,” I replied, still holding you.
And you, all giggles and smiles into my chest, looked up at me and turned to your daddy laughing. I felt you turning in my arms, ready to run again! I’ll admit my eyes swam in tears by then too.
“Come to daddy, Abby! Come, come!” He said, his voice quivering as the tears rolled down.
He was so proud of you, Abby.
You, still giggling, your little baby arms up trying to keep your balance, fell into his arms. In tears, he kissed you all over. I ran to you both, and that was when this picture was taken.
Your father and I smiling between tears and you, beautiful baby, smiling in your eyes and lips.
You were as proud of yourself as your dad and I were.
We couldn’t wait to be proud of you as you learned more and more, and grew older, always with a smile on your lips and your eyes.
The day he left, you cried all day, and kept hitting your little fists against your crib, whimpering, “papa, papa, papa.”
But, Abby, mum is very proud of you.
You are beautiful and bright.
Keep smiling. Keep smiling for mum.
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