....I got a son-in-law....or at least the promise of one.
At the dinner table:
Emma: Mommy, did you have fun today with Daddy.
Me: Yes baby, I always have fun with Daddy. That's why I married him.
Emma: Mmm. I'm gonna' marry Nicky 'cause I always have fun with him.
Me: That's sweet baby, but you can't marry your brother.
Emma: Who do I marry then?
Me: When you get older, you marry a boy you fall in love with.
Emma: What's his name?
Me: I don't know sweetheart. You'll have to wait and meet him when you get older.
Emma: Oh. Ok. So I'll ask him when I'm four.
The innocence and naivete of a three-year old pushing the limits of her understanding of all things adult is priceless. So she's going to get married at the ripe old age of four. I just love how her mind works, and I guess this proves that age really is nothing more than a state of mind. A lesson to be taken to heart as my own birthday looms just days away. I forget sometimes that in her brief 3 years, with so much accomplished and so much yet to discover, another year represents opportunity, understanding, and a chance at growth. And I am humbled by her awe and willingness to move forward fearlessly.
(Incidentally, it's noteworthy that this moment comes days before my 34th birthday and my daughter is 3 going on 4. Ok. It's a silly twist on numbers, but I couldn't help but notice.)