My husband and I generally divide and conquer during our children's bedtime routine. Tonight I bathed, he dressed, I laundered and straightened while he did the devotion. I started the tuck in routine in the boys' room while he began with K.
K is especially chatty when she has a private audience, so he was still working on getting her settled when I came in her room. We did her prayers and kisses together then got up to leave. My husband & I stopped in the dark just as we were getting to her doorway and hugged.
"I still wanna marry P," she sighed, seemingly out of the blue.
We chuckled before I asked, "What made you think of that?"
"I knew you were gonna hug, 'cause that's what married people do and I jus' wanna marry P," she replied.
"Well, sweetie, you will always have P. But you can't marry your brother. It is not a choice. You have plenty of time to meet someone else. I just hope he is a good man like your Daddy."
"I jus' hope he isn't covered in mud!" she exclaimed.
(What goes through 6 year old brains?)
"I guess every girl's list starts somewhere," I remarked to my grinning husband.
"What else do you hope about him?" I pressed.
"I hope his name is Tim," she paused, twisted her face in deep thought and added, "and he is wearing a tuxedo when I first meet him! I really like tuxedos!"
I asked her if she wanted to pray for him.
"Huh? I don't even know who he is!" she cried incredulously.
"But God does. Isn't that cool?"
My prayer was 2-3 sentences short and to the point, yet when I finished she said, "I knew I shouldn't bring that up."
Oh my! Life with a spunky girl will keep you on your toes!