Like most afternoons, Lizzie and I decided to take a walk to the park across the street from our house. Unlike most afternoons, there was a large family barbeque going on in all areas of the park. There were little kids running around, chasing each other and flying kites. The older kids were playing basketball, and all the adults were congregated in the center of the park, sitting in folding chairs near the tables of food.
I thought maybe the crowd would be too much for Lizzie, but instead she walked right up to the adults and stood there observing the scene. I was so excited that she seemed interested in the people. They began talking to her, “Hi there. What is your name?” No response from Lizzie….of course. “Wow. You sure are cute. You have the most beautiful brown eyes. How old are you?” they continued with their questions. I began answering for her since I knew she would not. As we chatted for awhile longer, Lizzie walked amongst their smiling, happy faces and seemed to be making herself quite at home. She even hopped up on one of the empty chairs and began happily swinging her feet while scripting one of her favorite movies.