The name-calling continues.
Every day, Brandon and I prompt Rhema to say our names.
‘Da Da’ and ‘Mahi Mahi’. Music to our ears.
This morning I realized Hope was getting left out of the action.
She was still sleeping when Rhema bounded into her room and began jumping on the bed.
She sat up and sleepily rubbed her eyes.
“Rhema, say hi to Hope. Say ‘Hi’.”
After a few more prompts, Rhema said in her sweet monotone, “Hi. Hi.”
Hope’s eyes brightened, and a huge grin filled her face.
It dawned on me that Hope is just as eager to talk with Rhema as I am.
“Rhema. Can you say, ‘Hi Hope’?”
We waited. We prompted.
It seemed like too much.
“Rhema. Say ‘Hope’!”
Hope leaned so close to Rhema, their noses almost touched. Her face was so hopeful, expectant.
“Hope! She said your name!”
Hope looked doubtful for a second. Then she got really, really excited.
“She called me ‘Ho!'”