"Hey". It was so simple, but deliberate. She repeated it in the same sing songy voice that I used. Then she said it again, and again. It was exciting and sad at the same time. It's the last first word we'll have in the house. She's holding her own bottle, trying to feed herself with a spoon, and did I mention she's rocking when she sits up in an attempt to try crawling? In a few short years her sweet, innocent babblings will be replaced by teenage angsty yelling, or worse, silence. So, for now, I will soak up this time in which her world revolves around me, secretly dreading the day that it no longer does.
