Week 29 of 52

Evan is starting to walk... in his walker.  He doesn't realize he is now moving forward, but he does.  Especially when he sees (or hears) me across the room and he wants nothing else than to be in my arms, thumb in his mouth, observing everything I do (or cannot do) with one hand.

The last picture in this series had me wondering what it will be like when I see my 29 year old son walking thru the front door for a home cooked meal.  I wonder...

what will he look like? 
what will his voice sound like? 
how will he dress himself? 
will he bring me flowers? 
will he be walking thru that door with a woman on his arm?   

And then I wonder...

will he remember the woman who carried him in her arms for so many years?
will I remember those times?