Today

we went ice skating at a local mall. The first half hour was spent with me beside DD2 as she inched her way around the perimeter of the rink, holding on to the wall with both hands for dear life.
Then, she got braver, and the second go-round was spent only holding on with one hand.
By the third go-round, she was brave enough to hold my hand and let go of the wall every now and then. I was so proud of her, especially since the first time we went ice skating --Christmas Eve of 06 --- she fell as she stepped onto the ice, and steadfastly refused to go back on the ice. She just sat there for an hour and a half, watching DD1 and I skate.