Communication

Lyra is almost a year old but I swear she was only born last month. Each day as she physically changes and matures I think to myself "wow, how quickly you're growing up" and she, most often times, smiles in return as if to say, " oh yeah, check me out!" I am awestruck as well with how much she can process and express (using her baby signs of course). We truly share a common language not merely through the signs we display but something deeper, unwritten. I struggle even now to put it down in words. The only feeling I can compare it to is a marriage relationship. Please don't hear me say I feel an attraction to my little girl...yikes! no way...but a deep connection. A connection that acknowledges the understanding "I am yours and you are mine"; I am your father and you are my daughter and we are bound by something more profound than ancestry. Ok, ok so I may be putting words in her mouth but these are atleast my true feelings. I guess what I'm trying to flesh out is this: we communicate. Not in any way close to/similar to the I communicate with Beth, my mom, our friends or other family. And it just strikes me as profound. And I love it.