Oh, happy day
Monday, May 12th, 2008As days go, yesterday was very low-key. Relaxed and fun - no schedule, no obligations. John even let go of his customary restaurant veto for the day, letting me choose a place he loathes. (Emma seemed to share his opinion, turning up her nose at her grilled cheese in favor of shredded lettuce.)
By far, the highlight of the day came when I was sitting on the living room floor, and Emma turned to me from across the room. I held out my arms, and she grinned, then came running. She flung herself at me, arms going immediately around my neck, and then I’m pretty sure I heard her use a phrase for the first time.
She mumbled it into my neck in her sweet, little voice, and as soon as the words registered, I started to laugh.
I got to hear my daughter say ‘love you’ for the first time on Mother’s Day - but she added another word, too, making it a gift of laughter, and not just an overwhelmingly sentimental moment.
“Love you, dada.”