My girl possesses a brand of brutal honesty rarely seen in the human race. She operates without a shred of inhibition or self-consciousness. She wears her heart on her sleeve. Unbridled joy can be closely followed by agonizing overload or disappointment.
In short, you don't have to be a neuropsych to see what my girl is feeling.
Though she is nonverbal, The Princess communicates things in her own unique way. I have never doubted her love for The Hubbs and myself, not even for a moment. How could I, when she makes such concerted efforts to show us each and every day?
Still, I admit to being just a tad envious when I hear her cousins or other little ones telling their parents that they love them. I know...I do my best not to compare, and I'm happier than I've been in my entire life, but there it is.
This morning, I walked into The Princess's room to wake her, and I ended up plopped on the floor next to her bed. Every day, I make a point of sitting down with my girl and telling her just how much she means to me. With all of the challenges she will face in her life, I want no question about this: she is special, she is kind, she is smart, and she is cherished.
As I've done every other day of her life, I told my girl in no uncertain terms that she is loved.
And, there in her room on a Sunday morning like any other, my life changed. Because just after I told her that Momma loves her, she looked me in the eye with the sweetest smile on her little face and said, "A la ma ma."
A la you, too, baby. You have no idea how much you mean to me. Thank you for - once again - pointing out exactly how big the little things can be if we just slow down and take the time to experience them with all we have.
