A YEAR LATER
LEAH
“Hey mama, you like this one?” I asked Daniella, my 1-year-old daughter.
“This is Rosie red,” I said, picking up the rose-embroidered dress. “And this is Rosie Pink.” I picked up the second dress, wiggling both in her gaze.
She giggled, throwing up her hands and legs. “Come on Daniella, pick one already. You cannot be late for your own party.” I said, but she only giggled.
“Gosh I know you can't talk, so we are going to play the giggling game. Giggle once if No, and Giggle twice if yes. Okay, mama?”
She cooed, but I knew she understood me; she was very smart, and though her speech was nowhere near understandable, she was going to pick her own dress.
“Come on Mama, let's go.” I raised the red dress, swinging in her face. She giggled once, cooing afterward. “Well, th
