I know you're all so tired of hearing about Micah's lack of speech. I apologize if it seems as though I've been beating a dead horse. (But if actually beating a dead horse would produce words from my boy I'd procure one post haste.)
It feels a little silly for me to say that the boy is non-verbal. He is very verbal, and the levels of his noise made us think for a while that he was hard of hearing. He's got some lungs on him! But his sounds don't consist of words or phrases. It's more like grunts, yells and moans. And I don't how to explain to you that it's not as morbid and nursing-home-ish as it sounds. He's an incredibly happy boy, and his sounds reflect that.
On a rare occasion he'll say words. These aren't clear, nor are they baby-talk versions. Baby-talk would be Wuke instead of Luke because a sibling couldn't pronounce his L's. Micah-ese is more like OOOOOG, but theres' no doubt that he's calling for his brother. He occasionally throws in things like OOK! (look), ahdo (there you go), eeezhh (please), aaaahhhh (hi) or GO! GO!
Cut to this morning with me sitting on the potty, and he ran up and gave me a hug. He does this frequently, and like any mom, I love it every single time. Even if I'm on the potty. But this morning I cried, sitting with my pants around my ankles, when my boy ran out of the bathroom in search of an adventure.
This morning, as Micah hugged me, he mumbled directly into my ear "ahvvvvvvvu."
You decipher that any way you want, but my heart heard my boy say that he loved me.
Thank You, God. His speech is in there, I know it is. And I know that someday it'll come out. But God, You know that I needed a little help in the faith department and gave me the help that I needed through my son. My son, Lord, that You created to be the joy of our hearts. My son, that said I Love You.