Yeap.. Today, against pain and stunning upset, you persevered.
See, you really wanted to go downstairs. I mean, really wanted to. And you really did not want me to carry you down the stairs. You really, really did not want me to pick you up.
So we started off down the stairs. You grabbed a hold of the banister, and swung one leg down, then swung your other leg down, and promptly bashed your face against the upright post you were using for support.
I could tell it hurt. I almost picked you up, but I decided to wait to see what you would do.
You looked at me. And you sat down on the step.
And we both looked at each other. I think we both expected you to cry.
Then you grinned at me. Not a full grin, like you do most of the time now. Just a little grin; still very unsure and waveringly. But it was clear that you did not want me to pick you up. It was clear that you knew that if you cried I was going to pick you up and carry you down the stairs, and you clearly did not want that.
So you grinned at me, weakly, and stood up and grabbed the banister, and started over. Then you walked all the way down the stairs.
