Tonight, a four year old voice called me way past her bedtime. She was calling to let me know that her and Dad were on their way home from the Hockey Game. Her voice was filled with excitement of cheering, popcorn, cotton candy and laps around Rexall Place because she just couldn’t sit through the second period.
It’s the same four-year-old voice that says ‘I love you’ six times in a five-minute conversation.
It’s the same voice that asks about her sister, voice filled with anticipation as she asks if she’s still awake at eleven o’clock and in the same breath asks if we can wake her up. It’s the adorable disappointment when she learns, No, we’re waking up Violet.
Her tiny voice has come so far, in two short years. In two years, she’s learned words, she’s learned phrases and has made this language her own.
She’s captured my heart yet again with a phone conversation that ended just as quick as it began, with this tiny four year old voice.