marriage

Rachel's been talking a lot in the last few days about getting married.

Yes, at age three.

(Because she knows it involves wearing a beautiful princess-like gown and getting a ring, both things that she enjoys!)

A month or two ago she spotted our wedding picture on top of our piano. She'd seen this picture countless times and commented on the fact that Mommy and Daddy were in the picture, but this particular time she was astonished as she gushed, "MOMMY! You wearing a big, beautiful dress!" So we talked about the fact that when ladies get married they usually wear a pretty white dress. Some other time she noticed my wedding ring and asked me about it. I told her that Daddy gave it to me when we got married to show everyone that we are married to each other.

Then a couple of weeks ago when we went to the conservatory there was a wedding about to take place. Rachel saw the bride getting some pictures taken and loved seeing her "big, beautiful dress." She saw the flowers on the tables and I told her that after the wedding people will sit down at the pretty tables and have a fancy dinner. Later that day she told me that when she's a grown up she's going to get married and wear a beautiful dress and sit down with flowers at a pretty table and eat a fancy dinner.

So yesterday she came up to me in her Cinderella gown (which she wears pretty much every waking moment, asking every five minutes, "How do I wook, Mommy?") and said,

"Goodbye, Mommy. I going to get mah-wied."
I asked her who she was going to marry.
"The man," she answered.
"What man?" I asked.
"I mah-wie Daddy!" she announced. "Daddy put on his man clothes and I wear my bootiful dwess and we get mah-wied!"
"But Mommy's already married to Daddy," I told her.
She thought about that a minute and with a smile she said, "I mah-wie Daddy, you mah-wie Daddy, we all mah-wied TOGEVER! Mommy, Daddy AND Rachel!"
She thought it was the perfect solution.

I told her that when people get married there are only two people, a man and a woman. She thought another minute and decided, "Okay, I get mah-wied when I'm a grown up."

Yes, please. When you're a grown up. (But even then it'll be too soon.) Just stay three for awhile, okay??