Tuesday Evening's Serenade
Ryan Maloney
....last night Qynn awoke in what seemed like the middle of the night, however, this time she had little intention of calling us to her side. Instead, she was perfectly content to lay in her crib and practice making all the sounds she could muster.
She was happy as a clam. It was as if she knew this was a great time to echo the varied syllables and tones that everyone uses around her. It was a special moment and she was absolutely practicing her speech with her stuffed animals.
The adorable way in which she mixed her vocabulary and her growing command of pitch was both astonishing and mesmerizing. It was music to our ears. An interrupted sleep was a steal of an entry fee to last evening's private serenade...