We reminisced about a little boy who stumbled across the entry way to his Dada. . . from the gossip bench to the piano bench. . . walking for the first time, trying to reach the apple in his Dada's hand. . .
And tonight, for the first time, he put on a pair of ice skates. . . learning to keep his balance. . . and get up when he fell. . . learning to play ice hockey.
So proud to watch him. . . at first holding onto the side rails [for dear life]. . . and then learning to pick himself up when he fell. . .
And in 45 minutes, he was crossing the ice rink alone. . . sometimes wobbling. . . but finding his way. . . smiling. . . turning slow bends around people in his way. . .
Where did that little tiny guy go?
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