And She's Off...

Watching Baby crawl has to be one the cutest things I have ever seen.  She is so joyful about it, flipping her hands in the air as she crosses the room quickly and with such determination.  There is not a second of hesitation as she pat, pat, pats over to check out something new.  When she's thoroughly examined her surroundings, she turns, looks at me, and hones in like a missile.  She tap, tap, taps on my toes to let me know she's ready for my undivided attention.  I hold out my fingers.  She looks so serious as she reaches forward to take one on each hand, and then POP, she's standing and ready to take off.  What used to be wobbly, concentrated steps are now approaching a near run.  She knows where she's going before her eyes have even left the ground, and I'm trailing behind her, always the last to know what exactly it is that we are about to get into.  Today, it was the dishwasher rack.  Tomorrow? Who knows.  I'm exhausted and my back hurts, but I can't wait to find out.