She spoke for the first time ever and it was to call me Mommy. I squeeze her tight against me as she lets out more giggles. It’s like now that she’s broken through that mental barrier, there’s nothing holding her back. “Mommy, I can’t breathe.” Her sweet little voice is so soft and pure. It’s easily the best sound I have ever heard in my life. I ease up just a little bit as more tears roll down my face. “I’m sorry, Roe baby,” I whisper. “But you’re talking.” She scrunches up her nose like she’s thinking. “I am,” she says, and she almost sounds like she’s in awe.
