Em: Mom, this is the most beautiful dress in the world! When I get married may I wear it?!
Me: (In my head: Seriously kid, you won’t want to…in 1993 poofy was cool, but I’m thinking you’ll want something much more elegant and classy than mommy!) Sure, sweetie.
*My dress is in a trash bag in a box taped shut. It has never been dry cleaned…
A month later when going through security at the airport the agent asked Emily for her driver’s license. I informed him she didn’t want it until she was 17. Em piped up and said, “I think I’ll wait until I’m 20. I want to be extra safe.”
One night while being tucked into bed I asked Emily what her “favorite part of today” was…
Em: Cleaning the toilets.
(Earlier that day I had taught her how to clean the toilet. She proceeded to ask me if she could clean the toilets every week.)
Out of the blue one day…
Em: Mom, when I get married can my husband and I live with you and daddy? He can work at home with daddy.
Me: I’m pretty sure when you get married you won’t want to live with us but if you still do, no problem!