It was unmistakable.
My little Monkey sitting on my lap, waiting for dinner to arrive. She was trying desperately to get the attention of my sister
and the next thing we heard,
"Rhonda".
Only once, but our ears heard the sweet little voice of my angel call for her aunt.
Even if that word is never spoken again by our sweet baby, it will never matter.
Once was all we needed.
I was holding my baby when yet another miracle emerged.
How precious a gift it was.
