Before I tucked her in under the warm covers for her nap this afternoon, the sweet girl declared:
"You are a mommy butterfly reading a butterfly story to your baby caterpillar who will get into a chrysalis and turn into a butterfly."
I just loved that sentence!
And speaking of wonderful speech moments, last night S. actually said the word "metamorphosis." Sometimes when I think back to all those months of agonizing worry and frustration when she wasn't speaking at all or when she was making only a few sounds, I am just in awe of how far she's come in such a short period of time. She said the word so clearly too, slowly and precisely, broken into its syllables: "met-a-mor-pho-sis." Even as her Daddy and I exclaimed over how well she said the word, he and I just looked at each other with one of those silent celebratory exchanges -- the wordless thanks, that quick moment of quiet shared gratitude to God.
Sometimes I feel like there really has been a metamorphosis around here...in my daughter!