"Momma, is God proud of us?"
"I'm sure he is, if we are nice and caring to others."
"I will see God in Heaven. I will see Chico too. He will lick, lick my face. I will be all swobbery. He be happy to see me."
(Laughing) "Yes. He will be! But, that won't happen until you are really, really old."
"Old like you Momma?"
(Laughing) "No. Hopefully, much older!"
"Old like Daddy?"
"No, I hope and pray that you are old, and gray, and have lots of wrinkles."
"Am I going to be a giant or what?"
"No. You will stop growing. But, we continue to age. Our skin gets wrinkly and our hair turns gray. We get old."
"Hmmmm....I will get married and have grandchildren."
"Yes. I pray that you do get married, have children, and grandchildren."
"Momma, who will I marry?"
"We don't know. It may be someone you know, or it may be someone you haven't met yet."
"Ask me who I will marry..."
"Okay, who are you going to marry?"
"No. Ask me who!"
"Oh, will you marry Max?"
(Finger on her chin) "Hmmm.....maybe."
"Will you marry Bryson?"
"That's a good one, Momma! I pick that one."
She makes me laugh so much. I love our conversations. After that, she rolled over and asked me to turn out the light. :) I love that little girl so much.
