She walks.

Before, it was a step or two, here and there. It was a wobble, a tentative movement of one leg in front of the other, a pause, a collapse. Before, it was all nervousness and hesitance. Before, the praise and applause scared her to the ground and she would scramble, startled, on all fours into my lap.

Now, she follows me on two legs. She walks with purpose towards her goal. She chooses how to move. She climbs. Now she bends, picks up an object and brings it to me. She almost ran yesterday. She taunts us with her skill. Now I am the one who is scared!