Isabella: Mommy, I want to be a Bride when I grow up
Me: That's great, who are going to marry?
(Daddy and Mommy chuckle)
Isabella: And when Stephen (baby) grows up he's going to be a Broom.
Broom...Groom.... it's the same thing, I guess.
What joy children bring to their parents. I guess this is what keeps us sane.
My only regret? That they grow up so fast.
I think I need to start praying now for detachment, so that when they accept their vocation I will be able to let go.