Tonight, I put Abby to bed. We enjoyed our typical nice long snuggle in the dark room with a cozy bed. I hugged her goodbye and started to pad out of the sleepy room. As I neared the end of her bed, I heard, "Mama, how old do I have to be to have a boyfriend?"
I stopped in my padded tracks.
"Well," I said, "probably 16 or so. Why?"
"I just want one. I want to be married."
Again, I asked, "Why? Why do you want to be married? "
Abby answered, "I just do."
"Well (I said again), marriage is great. But you shouldn't rush to marry. Be young, get an education and travel to fabulous places first."
The conversation paused in the darkness. Then Abby asked, "How many hours a day will I be in first grade?"
"About eight", I told her.
"Mama?", she asked.
"Will it snow here in New Jersey at Christmas?"
"Yes, it sure could", I answered.
"YES!!", she shouted into the dark. I heard the air swoosh as she lifted her exubulant fist into the air. Then, "Goodnight, Mama."