I tucked in my four-year-old daughter, who is learning to talk, started walking toward the door, and heard, “Story, Mommy?” I stopped dead in my tracks. Never before has my daughter asked me to tell her a story. I turned and with a tear in my eye I knelt by her bed and told her a story about a princess named Brianna (which really made her smile) and how she learned how important it is to love and help the flowers in her garden grow.
During my story, Brianna repeated or signed everything I said.
I am so happy that she is doing so well and wanting to talk, and I look forward to telling her many more stories and her repeating me.