There's not much that can beat this, is there?

I don’t know how to put this in any particularly interesting way so I won’t try. Quite simply, yesterday I watched my daughter take her first steps. She rolled like a sailor on a storm-tossed deck and ended up plopping down on her bottom but before she did she walked something like 2 metres. One can look for whatever meaning one wants in that but, really, such a search is pointless. The meaning is right there. The story behind the event is just that – the story behind the event – and nothing more substantial. I would like to say more but would inevitably fall into cliché as is almost inevitable when describing a intensely personal experience that is, in truth, universal.