Our good old friend has managed to stick around.
When Emma was little, little we began teaching her signs. Not that I had any idea what I was doing...it was more through looking at books and watching Baby Einstein videos together.
She learned milk, more, done, and of course as displayed above, I love you.
When Cal came around and refused to talk it became very clear why God had led us down the path of signing. We had to sign everything with that kid. And suddenly instead of signing just for the fun of it and learning new things, we were signing out of necessity.
When Cal was two I was learning how to sign complete sentences...researching signs for emotions and how to sign what he needed to do. My dear sister in law had taken sign language in color and was there to offer signing text books to me and help me with questions.
It was a hard, hard time in our life.
And then Cal started talking. Then he stopped talking in favor of signing so we basically stopped signing all together.
Today we hardly sign at all. We have discussed teaching the kids sign language as a language, but haven't completely decided.
And even though we hardly sign around here, the good old "I love you" has stuck around...I think that one's here to stay.