Elated. That's how I feel when I look at this photo.
I see the excitement in her face, mingled with a hint of apprehension at being up on her own two somewhat unsteady little feet.
Watching her wobble her way into this new phase makes me happy in a way that feels almost physical. Seeing her start to stand up side by side next to her peers and maneuver around the playground (even if she still holds my hand much of the time) is pretty amazing.
It's kind of funny, since there was never any doubt that she'd walk, but sometimes it felt like it would never happen. She's still got a way to go before she'll be walking around all the time, but she's getting there. Slow and steady. And that's just fine by me.