Can I tell you how ironic it is I talked about you walking in my last letter to you on 09-08-14?? So September 9th rolls around. I am sick. Your Dad is sick. We both have the flu, thus we both have to call out of work. Your Dad tells you "Livvy, today is the day to walk. We're all home." I guess you listen to your Dad because you walked! We were all lazing around on the couch watching a show. You were standing holding onto your little green chair. Suddenly your Dad starts saying "Kayla, Kayla!!" I look down and you just start walking. You took 3 steps before you fell down! We exploded into cheers! I couldn't believe it! Your Dad said he just had a feeling you were going to walk! My smart girl! :) It just goes to show you, God really does work in mysterious ways! I didn't think he was going to answer my prayer by giving me the flu, but because I did, and your Dad did, we both called out and were home to witness you walk! I didn't miss your first steps and I am so incredibly grateful! Seeing these little firsts happen mean so much to me! I love you baby girl! Thanks for waiting for us all to be home!
Love,
Mom
P.s. There has been no change on the walking front since that day. You have absolutely refused to even try. I have no idea what's going. Feel free to keep walking! :)
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