My mom emigrated to Canada from Europe all by herself as a young adult. She hadn't planned to stay permanently but she met and married my dad and more than 40 years later she's still here. Growing up, I remember her writing a letter to her parents every week, full of the details of our lives. On very special occasions, there would be an expensive long distance call. I remember my mom's excitement about these calls, but also that she always seemed a little sad when the call was over. I know she wishes we could have had closer ties to her family while growing up.
This week, 11 month old Chloe took her first steps. Chloe and Jeff were playing in the living room and videoconferencing with Grampy using our little netbook. Chloe was standing with Daddy when Grampy held out his arms to her on the screen and encouraged her to walk to him. And Chloe took 2 little steps from our living room straight to her Grampy, thousands of miles away.
Chloe hasn't taken any more steps since then. Maybe walking to Vancouver was a little exhausting.
Chloe stands, but isn't ready to take any steps on her own yet.