David had put John David to bed, but I had to interrupt his "settling in" with a dose of tummy medicine I had forgot to administer earlier. After he more than willingly ingested the tasty meds, he requested that I lie down with him for a few minutes; and I, more than willingly, accepted the invite for some welcomed snuggle time.
As he was lying there quietly next to me, every other second seeming to fight against his drooping eyelids, he asked me curiously, "Are you married?"
"Yes," I replied, a bit humored by his somewhat random question.
I then showed him the rings on my left hand and explained how you can tell (most of the time) if someone is married or not.
I then asked him if he thought he'd get married one day.
"Yes," he said.
Interested in his answer (and thinking he'd say one of his female cousins, as he's done in times past) I asked, "Who do you think you'll marry?"
With his arm around my neck and having surrendered to his drooping lids, he said in the sweetest voice, "Someone else like you."
He didn't open his eyes again and quickly drifted to sleep. Meanwhile, my own eyes couldn't help but surrender to a tear.
Thank you, John David, for making my heart melt, once again. I love you, my child, and I can't wait to see all that the Lord has in store for you.
*photo courtesy of our kind friend at April Rain Photography