So in this morning’s rush to get out the door, Malka is in her stroller, mommy’s putting on her shoes, I’m downing coffee, and going back to the bedroom to take a fast shower, and Malka says: “Byeeeee!” (as she does to anyone who is NEAR the door, or if SHE’S near the door…) so I say back from the hallway: “Bye, Malka, I love you!”
“Iyuvyou!” comes back to me from the stroller. For the FIRST time. Narda and I look at each other, and I smother Malka with kisses, and continue to say I love you, and gleefully hear her say it back. Mommy joins in on the fun, and I just melt into a pool of mush right there.