Pants and Bare Feet

I've missed your feet. They been hidden from me for five weeks. Trapped in white cloth.

We started weaning you from your Pavlik harness. You have less than two weeks left, and then you'll be out of it for good.

It's so exciting to put pants on you again. You look like a little boy.

You rolled over twice in a row, day two out of the harness. You're staring at your feet, touching your toes, discovering them for the first time.

Tonight, your dad cried because he loves you so much.

I live for your smile.