The other day Bradley and I were hanging out in the hot tub when Jude came wandering out the door in his bathing suit. He and Guinevere had just finished watching the ballet ‘The Nutcracker,’ so I suppose he was feeling particularly romantic.
“Mama? I love you,” Jude told me.
“Aww, Jude, I love you too!” I replied.
Jude took my face in his chubby little hands, looked me deeply in the eyes, and again said, “I love you, Mama. I will marry you!”
“You’ll marry me, Jude?” I answered, “I would love to marry you! Who will Daddy marry?”
“Daddy marry Grandma Kobs.”
“Oh, he would love to marry her! And who will Gigi marry?”
“Didi marry Grandma Sheri.”

And so it was decided. He also told me that I will need to wear a ‘big puffy dress” while he was set to wear a red prince outfit for the actual wedding.

The next morning he was my Prince Charming no longer. Common sense prevailed, and I lost my suitor to the lovely Guinevere Rose, who has plentiful big puffy dresses. But I will forever remember the fleeting moments when my son loved me so much that he became my groom.


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