Last night at bedtime, Harlyn and I were talking about how it was almost April. We talked about her upcoming birthday when I blurted out “Harlyn, don’t turn 4! Don’t grow up!!” to which she gently and lovingly replied, “It’s okay, sweetheart!” and gave me a hug and kiss. Yes, she called me sweetheart. It was so stinking adorable.
But anyway. That got her on a train of thought that was not good for bedtime discussion…because suddenly she was crying about growing up. Through her huge tears and loud sobs, she told me that she didn’t want to grow up because she didn’t want to get married. I told her she didn’t have to get married if she didn’t want to, but she looked at me and choked out “but I want a wedding rinnnggggggg!” She was so torn over this.
I asked why she was unsure about getting married one day. She said that she never wanted to leave us or our house. Then she asked, as she has before, if she could “just marry Maverick.” I told her again that we don’t marry our brothers, but in her head, this was the PERFECT solution. “I’ll just marry Maverick!” She’d get the ring, and we’d all live happily ever after together. Forever. I gently reminded her that I had found a wonderful man to marry, Daddy, and he is definitely not my brother. I told her she’d find someone one day that she’ll want to marry, and if by then she’s still concerned about moving away from us, she and her husband can live with us. (I’m 100% sure that Brandon and Harlyn’s Future Husband will be down with this plan! ☺) This seemed to make her feel better, and the tears slowed. We talked about the beautiful dress she’d wear and how Daddy would walk her down the aisle. By this point she was all better and a smile was back on her face. So we went off to find her original husband request before Mav ever came along: her dad.