Abigail had the blanket wrapped around her waist tonight, pretending that it was a train and she was the bride. I asked her who she was going to marry. She said, “I don’t know which man I’ll marry. I have to find one that loves God…Look, Mom, all these men want to marry me (gesturing down the hallway), but I don’t know if they love God or not…(To the first imaginary prospective groom): “Do you love God?…Mommy, he says he really wants to marry me, but he doesn’t love God, so I’m just going to walk right past him and look for a man who does love God!”
Oh, that this selection criteria would still be number one when the time comes for her to truly find her groom.
By the way, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know that by the end of the hallway she had indeed found a groom who loved God, and they were married right there in the living room.