Yes, I'm tall.
Yes, I got to greet Daddy home from work.
My parents were so proud of me. And you should have seen my sister smother me with hugs and kisses. I was dying.
Can you see how much I love this? It's nice to see the world from this point of view and be able to move myself around.
Yes, I'm tall. I didn't know it either. I'm also handsome. But I knew that already.
For those of you who have been to my house, let me tell you how much I walked. I went from my front door to the parking lot and back to the bridge. It was hard and very tiring.
But I loved it a lot. And for some reason (which my PT could explain to you in PT language), I couldn't stop babbling. Walking makes me want to talk and sing. Isn't that interesting?
I got to see the sun shine through the trees from a new perspective.
And I looked at the flowers and dogs and neighbors who walked by. Funny thing...the other day, one of my friends in the neighborhood saw my walker and asked his mom for one too. He thought it was the newest John Deere toy.
I also watched the ducks playing in the water.
This is serious stuff.
So serious that I will never smile again.
Never.
Just kidding.
Wanna see how studly I am? Excuse the soundtrack in the clip. Mommy likes to sing my favorite songs to me while I work out because she knows it motivates me. Daddy sings much better, but I appreciate her effort.
I felt like dancing too. Some of you will say I get my moves from Dad. But this is original choreography, people. Gomo, I propose a battle with you at the next wedding.
Thank you for joining me on this journey and for praying for me. Thank you also for encouraging my parents so much. They appreciate it!
