lurching first steps

last night i walked unaided for the first time. around the kitchen, then down the hall. to the table and back again. kirk watching me from the stove, both of us a little in awe. and to think: last friday was the first time i put full weight on my left leg, gripping the physical therapist's forearms and smile-crying.

last night is a bright memory spot in my brain; every time i think of it, it's like the whole world lights up a little, things race and i'm overcome a little with giddy happiness. i haven't felt that way in a long time.