Today I found Maddi holding a photo of our family.  She was sitting, gleefully pointing to Shawn, syllabically saying, “da da da da.”  I looked more closely and noticed she was pointing to Shawn in the photo.  I pointed to the rest of us in the family portrait and she continued to repeat in her falsetto voice, “da da da da,” while pointing to Shawn with a smile that widened across her face; sweet and gentle. 

This is my first experience with her of recognition to her father.  I rapidly jotted notes in my hand-written journal to prompt me to write more later.  Finally.  A connection.  Thank God, for a connection.  It appears that I may have needed this link more than she.  Yet, I think there was a sense all around me that said this is important for everyone involved.

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