Our ten month old granddaughter, Alizabeth, spent the night with us a few nights ago. We hadn’t seen her in a month; she lives kind of far away. Since we last saw Ali, her fine blond hair on her little towhead has gotten longer, she has sprouted several new teeth, and she has learned a new word – duck – and she knows her ducks too. If she sees a duck, she says “duck”, and if it’s not a duck she remains silent. She often times throws in a “qack, qack” for good measure.
So whats the big deal about saying duck?
It was the first word I heard Alizabeth say, with a sweet little voice so soft and downy. It made me feel good. It made me smile. It made me thankful for ducks.
Thanks God, for ducks… qack,qack
