Talking has come very slowly to her...sometimes I think she's going about it backwards, trying to carry on conversations before she knows the words. I do know that one day these mini-monologues of hers will suddenly become clear. We'll all cheer and she'll jump up and down and clap for herself...as she does. But, in the meantime, something about her limited speech makes her overstated gestures so much more special. She gets by just fine, grabbing my hand and dragging me to her playroom...."mon, Mama!, mon!" (come on, Mama, come on). Patting the floor in the exact spot I should sit and promptly plopping down on my lap.
One morning last week we went for a walk and ended up on the swings in the backyard. She held a baby doll on her lap and she insisted I swing alongside her holding "Bear" the dog (not to be confused with "Bear" the bear). She was insistent that we swing precisely together so I had to push her while trying to swing at the exact same speed as her...synchronized, if you will. It was such a two-year old moment to insist on such a thing, but her squealing and laughter over it was one of the brightest moments in my day. This girl. At all of two years old she's teaching me what life is really all about. I really do think so much of the good stuff happens in those little mundane moments when you least expect it. And, I'm so thankful to be able to spend so many with her.