Our First

Yesterday, while we were nursing, Iris stopped out of the blue. Looking up at me intently, she said goo. Then she said it again. Each time with great deliberation, like a four-year-old lining up sand shells at the beach. Or a gambler with a full house. Goo. Goo. Goo.

Goo, I said, smiling back at her.

Goo, she said.

We said it to each other for a minute or so and then, with a funny little smile all to herself, she went back to eating her lunch.

I think we just had our first conversation.

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5 thoughts on “Our First

  1. Awww. You did. You totally did. It was the first in a long, long, long line of conversations. She’s a real little person reaching out. Isn’t it just the greatest?

    • At least once a day I have one of those moments where you very nearly explode with the joy. She exists therefore the world is amazing. It probably would sound better in Latin, but it’s true in any language.

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