I strain to remember: When was the last time Little Man needed help climbing into a chair? Or the last time he took a binkie to bed, or walked upstairs one. Slow. Step. At. A. Time? I don't recall, but I know this for certain-- they didn't happen today.
But then other days it hits me: While many days bring lasts, every day holds firsts. Fresh things ready to be enjoyed, new gifts ripe for the grasping.
Maybe your firsts today were momentous; or maybe, like mine, they were delicate, tiny. . . easily missed. For me, today was the first time I'd ever planted anything by myself. I'm thirty-something, and maybe a little behind, but today -- I had a first-time gift!
Gift #513: Finally finding courage to plant my pansies in their hanging baskets.
The funny thing about firsts is that often they pass unnoticed. Do you remember the first time you brushed your teeth? Or tied your shoes? Or painted your fingernails? (Er...ladies?)
Firsts are easy to miss. Unless, that is. . .
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