On Saturday Steve, the girls, and I were shopping. Steve and I were busy and distracted, on a mission I guess you could say. We were at Ikea and we each took a cart, one for each girl to sit in. I was pushing the cart with Berlin and every time we walked away from Steve and Tryn she would start to get worried, "Daddy? Daddy! Daddy?" until I would point Steve out to her and then she would, very relieved, say, "Ah-is!" (i.e. there he is).
There were times when we were also walking next to each other. During one of these times Berlin was trying to get Steve's attention, "Daddy. Daddy...Daddy. Daddy. Daddy." She persistently just kept repeating his name, and he was distracted, looking around, trying to manage the crowds of people with his cart. When he finally realized that she was trying to get his attention he asked her, "What Berli?"
"I uv oo!" She told him.
This was the first time she has ever said, "I love you," without coaching, prompting, or someone saying it to her first. Out of the blue, she just wanted to tell her daddy, "I love you." It was just about the sweetest thing ever.