Never mind that I'm not engaged.
Four-year-old is dead set to be a flower girl. She's decided I'm her best bet.
"Let's practice for your wedding," she said, "You just need a broom." Took me a second to realize she meant groom not broom.
I wasn't about to leave the warm diner where we were sharing Mickey Mouse pancakes for a fake ceremony in the cold. I tried offering alternative relatives.
"Practice with my niece," I said.
"Not her," four-year-old rolled her eyes dramatically, implying niece is a bad girl.
"What about grandma?" I tried.
"She has too many wrinkles," countered future Bridezilla.
Ever try arguing with a four-year-old wearing a pink tutu and tin foil tiara? Arms linked, we walked slowly through the restaurant humming, "Here Comes the Bride." Never mind strangers staring - when you're four, nothing inhibits love.
Surrendering the heart is so much harder as adults. I thought of several friends who are having marital trouble. Love has grown cold.
But then I remembered Solomon, the king who falls for an improbable bride: "See! The winter is past. Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me."
Flower girl may have seen one too many Disney flicks but I envied her openness to love.
Maybe the weather wasn't so bad after all. "Shall we walk like brides out to the car?" I asked. She excitedly replied, "And if you don't get a broom, maybe you can borrow my daddy!"
Love really is simple when you're four.
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