I've never soaked in the miracle of walking before. I took it for granted that each of my four older kids just put those little feet to use and took off walking when they turned one. It was just another wonderful stage to fall in love with as they grew. Did I think it was adorable? Yes. But did I realize it was a miracle? No.
Now I watch Lucy, (after 19 months of worrying whether she'd ever actually take the walking plunge), her chubby little feet carrying around her chubby little body, and it never fails to make me marvel. How does she do that? How do those feet balance her and any stuffed animal or doll she decides to carry around all day? I'm in awe. I'm so thankful that she figured it out, and that I can soak in this miracle this time around.