There is a lot of talk about marriage at our house, about weddings.
This is due in no small part to our five-year-old, who fell in love completely and unabashedly at age four and is now counting the days until his true love’s return.
So, the fact that our nearly ten-year-old would think about his future with a significant other is not particularly surprising.
“Mom, I don’t think I’ll ever get married,” he said, not a little forlornly, in the car yesterday afternoon.
I expected him to say what a soon-to-be ten-year-old would say– “pretty,” “likes Minecraft and Cartoon Network and macaroni and cheese.”
But he didn’t.
Instead he looked out the window, lest he look at me, and said, “Smart. And hard-working.” Then he quickly added, “Caring and kind.”
And that was it.
He took his new swim shoes out of the bag and started fiddling with the Velcro strap.
Smart, hard-working, caring, and kind.
He may change his mind a thousand times between now and when he needs to make these decisions.
But I sure hope he doesn’t.