So it was bedtime for Lila and we had just gotten through reading a couple of books, one of which was The Very Fairy Princess Here Comes the Flower Girl.
Lila: I am going to get married.
Me: You are?! To who?
Lila: Giggling uncontrollably
Me: To who?!
Her: To you! I will marry you because I love you so, so much.
And all is well with the world because of sweetness like that.
And another story I need to remember:
Lila woke up the other morning and I heard her walk immediately into our bathroom where Craig was getting ready.
The first thing she said to him was, “Mommy doesn’t want me to grow up.”
Craig asked her why.
I’ll tell you why. Because I told her a while back to please stop growing so that she would be my little pickle forever.
Apparently, she’s been thinking about that.
After the first-thing-in-the-morning growing announcement to her Daddy I talked to her and explained to her that she could grow up and that it’s really ok with me and she told me, “That’s ok, Mommy. I will be your big little pickle forever.”