She’s a greeter.

“Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi, Ev-ah.”

“Hi, Ashy.”

“Hi, Dew Dew.” (note the preferred spelling)

She must greet me spontaneously 15 times a day (correction–after counting about 6 times in one hour earlier tonight, I’m thinking it’s more like 40 times a day). We’ll be sitting in the car or at the dinner table or watching tv or whatever, and she looks over and says, “Hi, Mommy.”

Two days ago, she came on over to me, hugged my legs, and said something that sounded remarkably like “I love you, Mommy.” Mark and I laughed at how much it sounded like “I love you,” whatever it was that she was trying to say.

Then, a couple hours later, she did it again to me. That really sounded like “I love you.” Then, she turned and did it to Mark as well. Oh yeah, that was definitely “I love you.” No question.

We have gotten lots of spontaneous greetings. But, we have entered a new era of spontaneous “I love you”s. And, I’m pretty excited about that.

And, I was the first to receive it, you know, the one she took a bit longer to attach to.

She loves me. (insert sigh of joy here)