When I say "I love you" to Maggie, as I frequently do, she smiles, or she ignores me and carries on with her mischief-making, or she continues nursing while I pet her fuzzy mad scientist hair. In other words, the fact that she loves me back is one that I have had to infer without confirmation. Until yesterday, that is, when I said, "Good morning, Maggie! I love you!", and she said "I love you" in response. (Okay, technically she said "ah ah boo", but she says it now every time we say "I love you" to her, and if her pronunciation still needs a little fine tuning, I am not going to get on her back about it.) My heart, which was already irretrievably hers for the taking, is bursting.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Ah Ah Boo
When I say "I love you" to Maggie, as I frequently do, she smiles, or she ignores me and carries on with her mischief-making, or she continues nursing while I pet her fuzzy mad scientist hair. In other words, the fact that she loves me back is one that I have had to infer without confirmation. Until yesterday, that is, when I said, "Good morning, Maggie! I love you!", and she said "I love you" in response. (Okay, technically she said "ah ah boo", but she says it now every time we say "I love you" to her, and if her pronunciation still needs a little fine tuning, I am not going to get on her back about it.) My heart, which was already irretrievably hers for the taking, is bursting.
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