THERE SHE WAS JUST'A WALKIN' DOWN THE STREET singing do-wah-diddy-diddy-down-diddy-do. She was walking across our dinner table, actually. But she looked good (She looked GOOD!) She looked fine (She looked FINE!) And I nearly lost my mind watching my 10 month-old granddaughter Lucy take her first step Sunday night.
Of course, Pop-Pop wasn't in the room when Lucy took her "actual" first steps across the dinner table into her father John's arms. I captured her "almost" first steps towards her mother, my daughter, Emily. And then I heard the shouts a few minutes later when Lucy crossed the great divide from baby to toddler.
It all changes from here. It was wonderful while it lasted. But now my little Lucy has taken her first steps into that brave new world that awaits her. A world of long walks and wonder at the shape of a leaf, or the eye of an ant. Her journey is just beginning, while mine is reaching its most exquisite stage, when a man can walk down the street knowing that he is holding hands with the most beautiful girl in the world.
BEFORE I KNEW IT SHE WAS WALKIN' NEXT TO ME singing do-wah-diddy-diddy-down-diddy-do. Holding my hand just as natural as can be. Singing do-wah-diddy-diddy-down-diddy-do. I'm hers (I'M HERS!) She's mine (SHE'S MINE!) And it's gonna work out fine
Oh, yeah. The songs I have to teach this kid. .
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