Today is three weeks ago, when the weather was warm and the sky was still blue. when the indian summer was calling our name and shoes were optional. when i captured elliott and his one man band and thought it was time to take a snapshot of his recent elliottisms.
we waited so long for elliott to talk. as an infant he would babble until my heart was content. until the day he stopped. yes, stopped. we watched. we listened. nothing.
as time passed, and the secrets of elliott's personality were revealed, he started talking again, on his own terms, in his own time.
and now, when his teacher tells me that she has a cute story to tell me, i brace myself, remembering that it is a blessing he is so fluent in his speech. praying however, that the next time he toots in class he says excuse me instead of fire in the hole, like the first time.
i am thankful for his quick wit that responds to daddy asking, are you coming up to visit me? with no, i'm coming to visit the bathroom.
our house is filled with joy as he walks around randomly chanting sayings such as, winner, winner chicken dinner and bubba bubba choot choot chicken airplane soldier.
and although his new favorite response is, that's so bo-w-ing, life with our elliott drew is anything but. and we are ever so thankful.