Chance just passed me, a BYU football helmet on his head and a football cradled in his arms. He was swatting at imaginary rivals as he made his way across the room . All in slow motion. Once he made it to the kitchen, he dramatically fell to the ground, football still clutched in his arms and a look of victory on his face.
"Did you make a touchdown?" I asked.
"I made it to into the endzone!" Chance informed me his face alight with victory.
There was a time when could not imagine that Chance would know the word endzone. He didn't know the word for railing, or counter top or fridge. We were just trying to teach him basic words like chair, bed, and shoe. Who could think about endzone?
I count everyday as a miracle that Chance can hear, and marvel at how his vocabulary has grown and continues to grow.
When Chance started preschool at the School for the Deaf he had command of 10 words that could be understood by others. At age 3.
Now look where we are!!
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