In the car yesterday during one of our many-times-a-week trips to Target, Gray says, “We’re going to get married soon.”
I glance back at him, “Who? Me & you?”
Suppressing a huge grin and giggles, “When?”
In like 2 weeks.
“How old do you have to be to get married?”
Maybe like a hundred.
“Who will marry Daddy?”
Probably Mimi. (My mom)
“Who will marry Grampy? (My dad)”
Maybe Grandma. (My Mother in law).
He’s really thought this one through.
And how is it? That my heart can swell and feel SO content and warm and FUZZY with pride and yet at the very same time tears sting my eyes and I hurt- PAIN- that he is growing so big… ?