UETju he spelled with multicolored refrigerator magnets, and exclaimed excitedly, “I made a word!”
I smiled and showed my excitement and then he read it to me. “It says ‘love Mommy,'” he explained while pointing his fingers over the letters, left to right, just as if he were really reading.
I scooped him up in a hug and told him it was beautiful and I was so proud of him. Because it was, and because I AM.
He was thrilled at his accomplishment and thrilled at my approval and I was honored to be his word.
I could have held him there forever but there were more brightly colored letters to be arranged. There, in the middle of the refrigerator, UETju turned into XmEO. And so began another story, arranged by little fingers, told by a little voice, and adored by a nearby Mommy.