I went into Rhys’ room this morning to wake her up (she usually beats me to the punch), and, as is her custom, she jumped up and looked out the door and said, “Dada?” Michael poked his head around the corner, shaving, and said, “Morning, punkin! I love you!” To which Rhys replied:
“Hi, Dada! I laff ya!”
First time she’s said “I love you”. We exchanged “Did you hear THAT?!” and bewildered stares. Neither of us could take credit for it. We melted into puddles. Rhys can be so ornery sometimes, but in almost perfect balance, she can be so genuinely loving. A milestone, in my book.