When my husband is away on a business trip, Sam and I share a bed. I tried to fight it, but then the business trips became too frequent and Sam and I spent less time not sleeping than sleeping. It just wasn’t working.
Last night he snuggled in next to me — all cool and sweet-smelling from his bath. We read some books and then curled up under the covers. It was barely 8 o’clock but we were both tired and cranky. I rubbed his back then he rubbed mine with is pudgy hands.
Then came the question that I’ve been getting a lot these days: “Mama, will you marry me? I want to marry you.”
I was half asleep and this is a conversation we’ve had many, many times before. I took the easy way out.
“Sure,” I said.
“Mama, why are you so fat?”
I chuckled awake and pretended to be offended. I laughed and said: “You know what, I don’t think I will marry you after all.”
“No, no, Mama, I don’t mind! I don’t mind that you are fat!”
And strangely I didn’t mind either.
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So sweet! Takes me back to my first child- age 4 and 5. When daddy was away on business trips, my son would say: “Mommy, let’s move to California. We can get married. And get a dog.” Why California? I have no idea.
Oh they say the sweetest things if we choose to take it that way. 😉 Love it!