"Did you have a good day at school today baby?"
"Do you like riding on the bus?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Do you love mommy?"
"Do you want to go potty?"
"Do you want to watch Lightning McQueen?"
Unconcerned with how much he really understands
Marveling at how perfect the little stinker's "No" sounds
Sort of misleading
As if he can utter any word he wants, at any given time
He was three when I finally heard the sound of his voice
Outside of a whine or cry
A fleeting glimpse
and the next morning
I rose from the bed
Hope and Determination intact
instead of hiding inbetween ignorant sheets
waiting until the last minute
to face a day I was not grateful for
Now, here, in a living room messier than I care to admit
He sits on my lap
His curls dancing across my cheek
I never thought would be possible
I will never take for granted
I have been waiting for
his entire life