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This morning, Brooke woke up before I left for work. I heard her door creak open. We’ve intentionally left it unoiled. Its creak lets us know when the little eagle is on the move.
I opened my door and watched her shuffle toward my room in all her sleepy headed glory. I crouched down and waited for her to come to me. I’ve conditioned myself to crouch and wait, though the restraint fights with every fiber of my being. She walked into my open arms and let me hug her. I breathed her in and felt whole again.
“Good morning, my little love.”
“Morning to you, Mom” – each word separately and slowly articulated.
I hugged her and we swayed ever so slightly.
“You gave me a hug.”
“Yes I did, baby.”
“You went like this (she rocked back and forth).”
“Yes I did.”
Luau turned off the water in the shower and stepped out into the bathroom to our right.
“Did you have fun in the shower, Dad?”
“Well, yes, Brooke, I did. Thank you so much for asking me!”
I want to scream from the rooftops. I want to hug everyone I see. (OK, not that skeevy Starbuck’s guy who can never, ever get my order right. But everyone else.) MY BABY HAS LANGUAGE!!!! LOTS OF IT!!!!! Spontaneous, unscripted, socially appropriate language. “Did you have fun in the shower, Dad?’ A question with no purpose whatsoever other than to initiate interaction.
The sky is the limit, my friends.
I am so proud I could burst.