First Steps

Everett finally walked. Just shy of 15 months. I am overjoyed he was not interested in standing up until after we moved. I am extra-glad he waited because it means I have one baby that had "a first" in The Chateau. This house is where my last baby took his first steps.

He is walking in his brother's footsteps. Literally. Dug the old red moccasins with the holey toes out of the save box. Be still my heart. Two Hiawathas.

Three days ago I got a text from a lady I've only rubbed shoulders with at church:

Hi Melissa, this is __________. I didn't get a chance to say a real hi to you today but I wanted to let you know I'm so glad you have moved into our ward. You bring a 'notable goodness' with you and I'm looking forward to getting to know you more. Enjoy the rest of your day (rosy cheeked smiley face emoji)

It felt like a big step. Someone saw my cross-section and liked my colorful, weird insides. Notable goodness. It felt like this chicken might actually cross the road to a social life up here.

Life has so many stops and starts, finishes and beginnings. It really is renewal on repeat. I am glad that, like my baby, I am taking many "first steps" in this house. 

Photo quote from "I'll Begin Again" from Scrooge, the musical.