It had been nearly a year since your son, Mylo, had been born.

And today had been very, very special. You and Mylo stand in the hallway of the front door, your faces beaming. Why? Mylo had began to walk today, unbeknownst to Gaz.

It had happened when you were playing in the living area. He stood, and though slowly, though wobbly, he was walked towards you. So now the two of you wait near the door for your husband, overjoyed, ready to give him a nice surprise when he comes home.