Last night Nic came downstairs to tell me this story of putting Ellie to sleep:

They rocked in the chair with her bottle, then, like always, he laid her down, turned on her music, popped in her pacifier, gave her a kiss, stroked her hair and said ‘love you.’

Then he turned and walked toward the door.  Just before he got out of the room, Ellie took her pacifier out of her mouth, and, holding it in her little hand said “luv you” and then popped it back in.