Talking

Although I don't know what you are saying you have been talking a lot.  Your little coos and squeaks and great big smiles make my day. You talked to Aunt Kelly on Monday, and Aunt Sharron yesterday but were silent and sleepy for Oma today, but of course the moment she walked out the door there you were awake and squeaking.  I am smart enough to know that you don't know words yet but we read books every morning and we talk all day long... while I talk, it's a little one sided most days, but as you begin to make more happy noises I wonder how long till the first time you say mommy, and how long after that till the first time you talk back.  I hope that is a long ways away.  Although I wish you could tell me what you want or why you are in tears sometimes, I am petrified of the day that you sulk to your room slam the door and yell "that's not fair", or worse yet "I hate you!"
I know a silly thing to be thinking about but it is fathers day this week and as part of his sunday sermon Grandpa asked what did he do well and what would we change about what he did as a dad.  My dad was great he always made time for me and always listened to me talk.  Regardless of how busy he got he always made time for me, like the days he would 'accidentally' drive past the road to south elementary school and we would go get pop and candy and talk, or the days that he were soo busy he had to spend Saturdays at Seminary but if I came along he made time to get hot-dogs and sit at Kolen park or to visit the art store.  Grandpa always made me feel like I was special because of the time he spent with me. It was not the things that we did during these times but the conversations that we had, he would listen to all the worries and joys of day and shared in these with me.  I knew no matter what happened I could talk about it with him, no matter what problem I had with Kate and Kelly or at school I knew he would listen and that alone made all problems seems smaller and made my whole world better.
I hope I am as good of a listener as Grandpa is, I hope I always find time for you the way my dad made time for me, and I hope I can give advice half as good as he did.  But I am glad to know that I am not the only one listening to you talk.  You have your dad and I, Grandma, Grandpa, Oma, Opa, Aunts and Uncles who all love you and will listen,  who all care and would love to share in joys and help bear the burdens and sorrow of you life too.
But most important you should know that you have a heavenly father who loves you and is listening to your prayers.  1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 Be joyful always; pray continually;give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.  God hears your coos and squeaks now, he understands them even when I don't, and he will hear your prayers when you are older, remember he is always there always listening to you talk.