Eden is sleeping.

Christopher and Lydia are in the living room ostensibly doing some science, but mostly talking. It is really pleasing to listen to them converse.

I didn’t know if that would ever be a possibility.

If they had needed to sign to communicate that would not have been less, just different.

Years ago I didn’t know if Christopher would ever hear me say “I love you.” or be able to say it himself.

He can. And he does.

I, who no one ever doubted would speak and often do, don’t say this enough:

Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.