Beautiful sounds that I hear

I am in awe.

A year and a half ago we were unsure if our youngest would have her hearing.

Not that it was a big deal to us, she would still be Abigail however God had chosen to give her to us.
Hearing, not hearing, the options didn't really matter.

While there were talks about hearing aids and specialists there were also hundreds of prayers being lifted up.

For some reason, that I will never know here on Earth, God chose to restore her hearing.

Not just restore it, but return it in full.

A year and half ago the thought of hearing my child speak was merely a dream.

The idea of her hearing me sing her a lullaby or read her a book was something I didn't think would happen.

{Her hearing was so poor that you could drop a pan on the floor and she wouldn't startle or cry.}

Today though {and for many months now} that dream has been realized.

 

She not just talks, but talks up a storm.

Mama

Daddy

Baby

Eat

Juice

Up up up

Peas peas peas {please please please}

{For some reason she likes to say things over and over again}

NO!

Yes!

Kitty kitty

The list really goes on and on.

I guess the point of this post is to express my gratitude.

God has been impressing upon my heart the miracle that He performed.

The beauty of her sweet voice and her face when she hears you say something to her.