You always hear how little girls plan out their weddings from the time they are old enough to know what a wedding is, but I was never one to do that. Sure, I would think about how many kids I would have or other things like that, but the wedding part was never something I would think about. Now that my little girl is 3 however, she talks about getting married pretty often.
Last year she met a little boy in preschool and she decided he was the man she would marry. She decided she wanted to marry this young man because she liked being around his mom. So with the distance between the two, her heart hasn't grown fonder of him, but rather forgetful.
Yesterday morning as we got ready for the day Grace and I had a conversation about her future husband that went something like this:
Grace: Mom what man am I going to marry?
Mom: I don't know, we have to wait and see
Grace: Does God know who I am going to marry?
Mom: Yes He sure does
Grace: Can I pray to God and he can tell me who I am going to marry?
Mom: Sure He can
Grace: Dear God, please let me know what man I am going to marry. Amen.
Later that night Grace decided to ask her daddy if he knew who she would marry. Daddy told her that if she wanted him to be in charge of that he would gladly take that one on. After seeing that Grace had obviously been thinking on this subject most of the day, I decided to ask her a few more questions about this marriage she was planning:
Mom: Did God show you who you were going to marry yet?
Grace: No, but I think he will be called Johnson
Mom: So what kind of job does he have
Grace: Well he told me he doesn't have to have a job
Big Brother Cale: If he doesn't have a job, me and my cousin are going to throw him into the bike shop that we own and make him work!