talking again, the wind coming back to her, she is not whining, she is talking and giggling, sweet sounds. and a bath. we had one. finally. and she walked to it. I have been carrying her to and from the bathroom all day yesterday, today, carrying her to the doctor, holding her in the doctor's office, carrying her into the grocery store, limp head against my shoulder. And now she is up and walking back and forth. A half hour ago, she walked to the mailbox at the end of the driveway with me, and only asked me to pick her up when we had to cross over the worms and bugs washed up by the storms. she noticed the ick of it. we're turning the corner.
wshew.
