Words were in stories; words were to be learned and spelled and memorized. Words were in books, descriptive and wonderful and took me to another place in my imagination. I’ve always admired and appreciated words.
But not like I do now.
I waited almost 6 years to hear words.
Beautiful, glorious, magical words.
Every Christmas, every birthday, every Mother’s Day, I had one wish: “Please let me hear my little girl say Mommy.”
That’s all I wanted.
She could sign it. She could show me. But she couldn’t say it.
Then one day, she did.
And it was as though the clouds moved away, the sun streaked the sky, fireworks exploded and angels sang.
My little girl said Mommy.
Mommy was soon followed by Daddy, I love you and other precious words and phrases. Now she’s moved onto “You’re the best Mommy in the whole, wide world!” and “You’re so beautiful Mommy!” and “I love your shirt, Mommy!” and “Mom! You’ve got to see this!” and thousands more.
Each and every time she speaks, I marvel. This little girl who everyone said might not ever talk at all now speaks the most beautiful words ever heard. And I feel like the luckiest person on Earth because I’ve been given a gift.
Beautiful, precious, magical, marvelous words.
