The morning light poured softly through the living room windows, painting golden stripes across the floor. Emma lay on her play mat, tiny hands pressing against the soft fabric as her dark eyes followed the colorful toys scattered in front of her. Lily sat nearby, legs crossed, ready with her phone to capture whatever milestone might happen today. Ethan perched on the couch, coffee in hand, watching intently. “Do you think today’s the day?” he asked softly, eyes full of anticipation. “I hope so,” Lily replied, adjusting Emma’s position slightly. “She’s been trying for weeks. Little pushes, wiggling, scooting… today feels right.” Emma cooed and flailed her arms, a tiny squeak escaping her lips as she leaned forward slightly. Lily’s heart skipped a beat. “Look at that,” Ethan whispered,

