Her eyes locked on mine; she became still. “What is that big story you are telling me?” I asked in a quiet voice pitched a bit higher than normal.
Her brows came together just a bit as she worked to get her lips to make an O shape. Then, “ooo” she replied
“You’re talking to me,” I answered with a little smile. “Ooo,” I added.
Again, the little brows furrowed. “Ooo-ooo,” and the corners of her lips turned up. Her eyes were still locked on mine.
Awe filled me. Mabel is learning to talk. This is how language is acquired. What a miracle.
Some may say that these were random baby sounds, but I know better. This was communication between Mabel and me. She was answering me by trying to imitate the words I was making. Mabel is learning to talk!
one writer's journey 
How precious! I can feel your elation and bond. The best part is that there is even more to come. Enjoy every second!
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Thanks for the reminder…it has been so fun so far!
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How exciting! It will be a wonderful adventure! You will be glad you wrote this. You will want to remember it. Just enjoy it, but write it down sometimes, too.
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I appreciate your comment about writing some things down. How I used to think I’d remember every little thing with my own children…writing would help me with those memories!
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