cruisin

Alvie started crawling. It happened the weekend of her turning 10 months. Poolside, on a blanket, trying to reach some random blue thing.

Incredible to watch the tipping point of discovery. Lean forward, get up on one knee, almost take off with the other, sit back down. Repeat 20 times. And then, however jittery, the second knee takes off and Alvie takes a little step, eyes gleaming with concentration and wonder. She then sits back down, relaxes into a huge smile, and joins the applause. And so begins the great crawlin.

Coming back to earth from the sublime joy, wife and I quickly understood two things.

One - gotta watch her even more now. I couldnt believe how quickly Alvie can start at point A and end at point B - head first. Gravity 101 for her, and Change 701 for us.

Two - once in the crib, Alvie proceeds to roll, crawl back, and sit up in all of about 2 seconds. Every time. Ah, Alvie, dearest, its 10pm. Why dont you give mommy and daddy a hint of free time. A whiff. Maybe a gentle breeze from Free Time city. Pretty please? My Sinatra interpretations are now useless..

All part of the struggle. Sublime, ordinary, difficult, effortless. All changing, all flowing. And yes, the struggle is enough. And then some.