Love Explained.

“Mommy,” Tori says as I snuggle her down in bed, ¬†“my friend was grumpy with me today.”

“Why, baby?”

“Because I wanted to marry her, but she didn’t want to marry me.”

“She didn’t want to marry you?”

“No. I was wearing my wedding dress and my wedding shoes, but she ¬†said no.”

“Why didn’t she want to marry you?”

“She wants to marry a boy.”

“A boy?”

“Yeah. She said girls can’t get married. Why can’t girls get married?”

“Well, honey, lots of girls marry boys. And lots of boys marry girls. Mommy’s a girl, and she married Daddy.”

“Daddy’s a boy?”

“Yeah, Daddy’s a boy. And I love him very much. He’s my best friend in the whole world.”

“But I can marry a girl,” she says, nodding vigorously.

I gather her close and stroke her still-baby face. “Yes, honey. You can marry whoever you want to marry.”

“Why my friend say I can’t marry her?”

“Well, you’re a little young to get married,” I answerwith a smile.

“But when you love someone, you get married!” This last is said with a frown between her eyes.

“Sometimes you do. Sometimes you don’t. There are lots of different kinds of love.”

“I love you,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“And I love you. More than anything.”

“I’m going to marry you when I grow up.”‘

“You’re going to marry me?”

“Yeah. And we’re going to live in a castle. And be princesses. And daddy can be Prince Eric.”

“I’ll remind you you said that on your wedding day,” I answer, tears pricking the back of my eyelids.

“But I could marry my friend? If I wanted to?”

“God, I hope so,” I answer, snuggling her close. “But right now, it’s time to sleep. What happens when you sleep?”

“I grow!” she crows. “Soon I’m going to be thiiiiiiiis big,” she grins, stretching her arms as far as they go.

“That’s right. Soon, you’ll be bigger than mommy!”

“Uh huh. And when I get big, I’ll go to work. And get married!”

“I hope so, honey.”

“I’m going to marry you!”

“Well, no matter who you marry, you’ll always be mommy’s special girl.”

“You’re my special girl, too,” she says, grabbing my face and pulling me close.

I kiss her on the nose and smooth her hair back from her face.

“Good night, baby girl. Stay little for a while longer, okay?”

“Okay.” Then she rolls over and snuggles into her blankets, falling asleep almost immediately.

Please, world. Take a cue from my girl. Love is love. There’s no need to complicate matters.

Let her marry whoever she wants.

The universe could use more happy couples.

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