A week or so ago, Grace woke up early. REALLY early. I was still in the process of doing my hair and makeup and Grace is a bit slow to wake up so she just sat down on the bathroom floor - book in one hand and Lucky in her lap. I don't remember what book she was reading but she was really quiet. Thoughtful. Gently petting Lucky and talking sweetly to him. I remember thinking what a calm, peaceful way for us to both "get ready" for the day.
Ten or fifteen minutes passed and out of no where, Grace says matter-of-factly, "Mommy, I want to get married."
Her comment knocked my socks off. I was expecting something like, "I want breakfast!" or "Can we get doughnuts?" You know, questions I am mentally prepared for at 6 o'clock in the morning!
"Of course you do! Being married is fun!" is what I managed to muster up.
Taking it a step further..."Who do you want to marry?" I asked.
Looking up from dutifully petting Lucky, her eyes met mine and she said, "Daddy!"
Oh she is the sweetest.
Ten or fifteen minutes passed and out of no where, Grace says matter-of-factly, "Mommy, I want to get married."
Her comment knocked my socks off. I was expecting something like, "I want breakfast!" or "Can we get doughnuts?" You know, questions I am mentally prepared for at 6 o'clock in the morning!
"Of course you do! Being married is fun!" is what I managed to muster up.
Taking it a step further..."Who do you want to marry?" I asked.
Looking up from dutifully petting Lucky, her eyes met mine and she said, "Daddy!"
Oh she is the sweetest.
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