Tuesday, October 5, 2010

My little alarm

A couple of days ago Karis came into my room with a dramatic swoosh.

What is a dramatic swoosh?

It's entering your parents bedroom by pushing the door back quickly at six in the morning.


"Yes." Mumbled by me.

"Mother, I have to marry Owen. He is the only boy that I love."

That is a lot for a mom to process at six in the morning, let me tell you.

I assured her that if God wanted her to marry Owen it would happen.

Later we went into a longer discussion on the reality of who you may or may not marry, but I don't think it changed her mind much. She is one determined little girl.

By my calculations Owen will be back in the states at age 8, 12, 16, 20 and so forth and so on.

I'm thinking by 16 we can let them write, and at 20 they can start dating. :-)

Sound good Teresa?


MommaMindy said...

My girls and their friends used to plan like this when a missionary family with five handsome sons used to come home on furlough. When they all got older, and I would have let ANY of them marry a Brown boy, but they were no longer interested. Looking forward to hearing how this love story ends...keep taking pics just in case, the cutest pics some married friends have is when they played together at 3 and 5 years of age.

jess said...

Hmmpphh... (hair flung behind my shoulder. Nose in the air.)

Giggle. Giggle.