Time flies when you're raising a child.

It also flies as you work to put the past behind you.

Bella's made a lot of progress, and has truly begin to heal.

I'm not as angry at my brother any more either…don't get me wrong…I'm still hurt and upset about how he just threw everything he had with Bella away…but the raging anger has passed.

It's progress at least.

In two weeks it'll be a year since Evan's been gone, and I am in all honesty a bit nervous about how Bella will handle it.

Eva started crawling. Bella and I were playing with her in the living room and I guess she wanted her sock monkey toy because pushed herself up off the floor and just crawled right to it.

I was so proud of her, and I had to catch myself before referring to myself as her father and how proud I was of "Daddy's little girl".

Although now she's crawling around everywhere in the house faster than I can keep up with her.

Thank God we already baby proofed everything.

I can't help but giggle as I play with her…I keep leading her with that damn sock monkey, and she keeps on crawling after it…even though Bella keeps telling me she's not a pet…it's just too much fun to stop doing it.

It's only going to be a matter of time now before she starts walking, and then lord knows I'll be in for a world of trouble trying to keep up with her considering the amount of energy she has.

She's crawling towards me again, and stops right in front of me before unceremoniously plopping down on her butt.

I love the way she looks at me…like she know who I am and how much I wish I really was her daddy.

I can tell she knows she's loved.

And that's when she says it…her first word…as if she's talking straight to me…"Da-da"