Wedding Ring

Sammy and Harmon have a good friend named Leah. When Leah’s mom decided to have another baby and it turned out to be a boy, the double wedding was set. This was a while back, but it’s important. As good parents should, both me and Leah & Andrew’s wonderful mother make sure to remind our children about their upcoming wedding. So sometimes I will say: “Harmon, when you get older, where are you going to get married?” He will then answer: “In the temple!” Then I will ask: “who are you going to get married to?” “LEAH!” This important brainwashing has been going on for at least a year. Sometime recently (before we left for Ecuador) Leah was asked who she was going to marry. I assume she normally answers “Harmon” but on this occasion she declared “A RING!” Girl has priorities! Both my children loved this, and since they already were obsessed with Aaron and my rings (which they always beg for but I never give them) they looked forward to their nuptials with greater joy.

Fast forward a few months. Every night as Sammy goes to bed she will hug you and tell you “you’re my best friend!” something she learned from Harmon a while back. It is ridiculously sweet and heart-melting, making you forget about all the trouble she caused in the day time. And will cause in 2 minutes from then when she is supposed to be sleeping. Back to the point. In the last week she has gotten obsessed with the topic of when she grows up she is going to get married and get a ring. When she is a grown-up she will be getting this ring. (Of course the list of who she is marrying includes Mommy, Daddy, Harmon, and Andrew…) So now, every night after “you’re my best friend!” she adds “I will share my ring with you. I will break it in half!” That’s right, my 2-year-old is so nice, she will break her wedding ring in half to share with me. And what’s more, she says she will break some for Daddy, and some for Harmon. At first I had my doubts, but after I have seen the way she shares her last bit of ice cream with me, I am starting to believe it.