Walking.

Really. It's happening.

We had a very successful therapy session this week, where Scarlett walked 42 feet.  Sarah told me I had to be on her 24/7. Anytime I saw her crawling, I had to stand her up to walk while holding my hand, finger, or a toy.  Which, by the way, was constantly. She actually related it to potty training... fun times.

Not even 72 hours later, and Scarlett is cruising around our house, all on her own.  She falls, gets back up, and keeps going.  All while Mommy stands by and sobs.

We knew we had to wait until God's time.... and Scarlett's time.  She's committed now.  My heart could burst.