The title of this post says it all. Harry Chapin sang about it and now it has happened to me. Sam took her first steps this weekend. While I was in NYC. Today when I got home, she took about five steps from me to her dad. It was so exciting and, of course, all I could do was cry. I spend every day with her and she takes her first steps the weekend I leave for the first time?!
In other news, the weekend itself was great, but utterly exhausting. The work was intense, but I think I have some new and exciting work on the horizon. I don't want to jinx it, so I will not say anymore, but it was definitely an exciting weekend.
Being away from the baby was harder on Thursday than any of the other days. Once I was in NY, I was happy to see my friend and not have to get someone dressed besides myself. It was kind of nice to only have me to be responsible for. I cried a lot on Thurs, but that was kind of the end. And I only had once major bout of missing her yesterday when we were on the subway and there was a mom playing pat-a-cake with her little girl.
Meanwhile, back at the homestead, R was having a grand old time and actually has said I need to go away more often. We'll see. Maybe she will learn to drive next time?
I am spent, exhausted and drained, but very glad I did it.