Today when I asked her who I was, Rachel pointed to me and said, "Mommy!"
"And who is this?" I asked, pointing to her chest.
"Ra-chel," she answered. It was slighly garbled but definitely recognizable.
"Who is that?" I pointed to Drew.
"Daddy!" she said.
It's a relief that she knows who we all are, since in a couple of years she'll start identifying us silently as, "those hopelessly old drips who waited WAY too long to have me."
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