The other morning was one of those little moments I never want to forget.

Alice usually wakes up in a good mood, but this morning she was especially smiley. I let her mosey out to the kitchen at her own pace while I got things started for the day. She stopped right in the hallway where I had hung the beautiful photo collage Brett made me for Mother’s Day.

She just sat there. Looking up at it. Babbling, “Momma, momma, momma.”

And it melted me all over again.

Because she knows. She knows who her momma is. And I know now, without a doubt, that’s what she’s been saying.

I don’t care how many words she ends up knowing or how fast she learns them. This one? This first real one?

She nailed it.