1946
One year old Darry Curtis had been crawling all around the house. Darrell and Shannon decided to call him Darry so that they didn't get confused with the two Darrell's.
Darrell and Shannon were both sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Darry was on the carpet with some chew toys.
Shannon looked down at her baby and smiled,
"Life can't get any better." She thought to herself.
Darrell looked at his wife and then at his son and he felt very proud; he and his wife had made their beautiful baby boy. He knewthat life couldn't get any better…well, unless they had any more children, but that was to be thought of when Darry was a few years older.
Shannon and Darrell both directed their attention back to the TV; they were watching their favorite film 'Stagecoach'.
Little Darry felt left out; he wanted to be with his parents on the sofa, however he didn't want to cry either.
He slowly crawled over to the arm of the sofa, and with all his force, he managed to push himself so that he was now sitting on his knees.
Darrell and Shannon were so intrigued by the movie that they didn't even notice that their only son had crawled away from his chew toys.
Darry then stretched his arms out and managed to touch the top of the arm of the sofa. He pushed himself up on his knees, and clung to the sofa for dear life.
Once he was finally able to gain balance, the toddler pulled himself up and stumbled onto his feet, and then stood up.
Shannon looked down to look at her baby, only to see that he wasn't there. The young woman began to panic.
"Darrell, Darry's gone!" she exclaimed and stood up.
Darry, who was shocked by his mother's scream, stumbled over and fell on his face right in front of his parents.
Darrell and Shannon were overjoyed that their son had walked, yet felt a little bad because their son was now lying face down on the carpet.
Darrell stood up and scooped his baby boy into his arms, and then laughed loudly.
"My baby is getting so clever! He's walking!" he chuckled, and slightly tickled Darry under his chin.
Darry giggled and snuggled into his father's chest, while his mother came over and kissed the top of his head.
Darry felt proud; he had made the people he cared for most feel proud of him.