Hello Everyone.
Our neighbor Mike is a boisterous prosecuting attorney in his early thirties with a commanding deep voice. His arms gesture wildly emphasizing each word when he speaks and his boundless energy and motivation are rarely tempered. And while we sat together yesterday, deep in discussion, my 3 ½-year-old daughter Neva and 9-month-old son Milo busied themselves nearby.
At the time, whatever it was we were deliberating seemed worthwhile but very soon, something much more meaningful was about to take place. Milo suddenly let go.
Without hesitation, he tottered forward as Kathleen and I stared in amazement. With slow and deliberate steps, Milo walked towards our friend, who, still wrapped up in the debate, took little notice. With his sixth and final step, Milo reached Mike's waiting arms. It was somewhere around that moment that Mike became aware of what was going, due in large part to our cheers and applause. Milo is walking!
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
