"What's that?" I ask our youngest.
Smiling to suppress a giggle, "It's my wedding ring. I made it out of tape."
He presents his right middle finger for inspection. "See?"
"Well, if it's a wedding ring, it needs to be on the left hand."
"Really?" he asks.
"Yeah, and on your ring finger."
"This one?"
"Yep. So, do you think your wife is gonna like that ring?" laughingly I ask him.
"I don't know," he slowly replies.
"Someday, I hope God blesses you with a wife," I tell him.
"I'm not sure I want a wife," he confesses.
"Why is that?" softly I ask.
"Well, I don't really like girls. They are icky," he shouts for emphasis.
I start to laugh, but my wise teenaged son enters the room. He's been listening to our exchange. Squatting down to eye level with a six year old, he speaks to him, man-to-man, "That will change. Let me assure you, that will change."
Someday, yes, my sons, someday I pray you will each be blessed with a wife and children,
but for now, I thank God for each and every day I have with you.
It is a blessing to be a part of each change and growth for all my children,
Dorie
Awe! My son wants to marry his sisters. My oldest daughter wants to marry her dad. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet moment you captured! Sophie isn't sure she wants to get married, but my Bella is already talking about her wedding day :)
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