Little Miss E just turned three!
This past year has gone by in such a blur...and I wouldn't change a minute of it!
"When E is three years old, she will be able to talk!" That is what M told me a few days before her birthday. I giggled and said "That would be great, but that's not how it works. She won't be able to talk right away, but we still have to keep teaching her." Inside, I was wishing for the same thing that M was. I have been wishing that she would just wake up one morning and say "Love you Mama." I know it is not going to happen overnight, but for some reason, when I went to get E out of bed the morning of her bday, I was actually holding just the tiniest bit of hope...which meant I was just the tiniest disappointed when it didn't happen.
I have heard it all, from "My sister's son didn't start talking until he was four years old, but when he did, it was full complete sentences!" to "Enjoy it now, because soon you won't be able to get her to stop talking." But I am SO tired of listening to what other people have to say, because I would take non-stop talking over non-stop whining anyday. I would love to be correcting her grammer and sentence structure than trying to get her to babble the few sounds that she knows. I would rather be teaching her the alphabet than teaching her how to work her communication device.
But I know that everything is in the Lord's hands. And that alone is a daily struggle; to completely let go and surrender it all to Him, knowing that His plan is perfect and everything will work out just the way it is suppose to.
